amy hempel: "every story could be re-titled 'the day i was sad'"

ADVICE IS DEAD LONG LIVE ADVICE

Account, really: royalty counts.
Crown the orphan hockey goons, tea
peddlers, lie menders, good drivers.
Then freeze. Pay someone to stall your
quiet. Go dredge for enough light
to make home by. Someone buy shovels.
Don't weep for that bobsled of fire ants.
Old solutions sunk you in this free for all,
jibbery King Saul and all. I've got his nose.
Don't I look like the new king of naked town?
If you'd figured it all out, I wouldn't need
to name your needs and let you nap here.
Don't go nodozing on that bulldozer.
Buy the best walnuts, bloody fits of
reputation. Steal circumstance. Milk
the leaders of the survey for their
no shit moments. Everybody needs a
moment. I would give you mine, but
sweetie, they ain't done. I'm not useless.
This is just where we're at right now.