I had gotten poison ivy all over my legs
while out staking the tomatoes
upright again after the storm
so I went and washed-off my feet
standing in the tub
using this anti-itch rub,
when I slipped and hit
my head brutally,
forcefully on
the porcelain
edge
…and I remember thinking
right before dying…
Man, 2020’s been a motherfucker!
Chagall 2020
You were right about that. And I assume this was ghost-written.
Absolutely, considering the grave subject matter.