144/110
was the blood pressure reading
and I immediately
began calculating odds
deathclock.com predicted
I would die in July 2037
at 74
and realage.com said
my body was closer
to 49
than my actual 43
my waist is still under 40
so I take comfort in that
but the number that
hangs around haunting me
is 64
that’s when my Pop cashed out
or rather
God cashed him out
and if I die after 2023
she doesn’t get the insurance money
but the house will be
mostly paid for
“just find about
30 minutes a day
and take a brisk walk”
but I am squashed
there is no time here
there is no time there
because there is no such thing
as spare time
but I know things must change
because I want some more time
if only to feel the squeeze of the cuff
and count all the steaks I won’t eat
and walk all the paths
where secret roses bloom
and breathe in
their glorious divinity.
So, buy my book, it's still a great read!