Since I don't know the names of state capitals I transition to filling
my mouth with pumpkin bread and almond pastry and blueberry danish,
ensuring that instead of a retort I concentrate on the number of times
to chew my food for perfect bolus digestion.
I find myself empathizing and drawing inspiration from a bird
outside our window that just happened to smash against the glass
and then laid in the grass looking stunned and confused.
In fifteen minutes it flew away, and I draw hope from that.
These are all probably not good signs.