Too Stoned for Cannoli
“COME OVER RIGHT NOW,” she shouts through the phone.
“He’s tall, and interesting, and cuter than fuck.”
I’m dressed in my comfy Target loungewear,
Watching reruns of “The Good Witch,”
So I hop in the shower and wear a cute
Outfit and drive briskly and SHOW UP.
Ninety percent of life is showing up, said the
Filmmaker Woody Allen, not one of my heroes.
But dammit, I SHOW UP.