How many Coronavirus molecules would fit on the head of a pin?
I just don’t get why the David gets more likes than I do.
How can I lessen my carbon footprint?
Is it time for a Tesla?
I think I’ve got it now: Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da da da da!
What’s my cell phone number?
Everything about me shouts “man” except the way I feel.
How sad to think David Attenborough will soon be extinct.
Should I risk money on the Patriots without Tom Brady?
The “expert” who recommended masks during sex couldn’t have tried it.
Apple or Android, that is the question.
In retrospect, the “Sculpted Lives Matter” movement was doomed day 1.
This brooding, thoughtful look gets me scarcely a glance anymore.
MiraLAX simply isn’t doing the trick.
If they trot out one more mind reader, I’ll scream!
Is it finally time to give up on Ashbery’s poetry?
A horse, a horse, my pedestal for a horse!
I should be more active. Maybe a Peloton?
Now where’d I put my keys?
I guess it is what it is.
By adding even a simple beret, he’d have deterred these damn pigeons.
How did I get here? How can I get back?
I don’t know what to think anymore.
Darrell Petska is a writer from Madison, Wisconsin. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Buddhist Poetry Review, Nixes Mate Review, Right Hand Pointing, Boston Literary Magazine, Verse-Virtual and Loch Raven Review. See his published work at https://conservancies.wordpress.com.