Some days, I get nostalgic
about my mistakes.
Why did I buy whole milk instead of one-percent?
Why did I stuff my mouth with that last pizza slice?
That year I was a starving artist
too poor to purchase art supplies.
That decade I lived in Chicago
and never sat in the bleachers of a Cubs or Sox game.
This whole life spent waiting
and simultaneously wondering—waiting for what?
copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney