opposable thumbs won’t save us from ourselves though they’ve helped exaggerate the drama sliding toward denouement without free overdraft protection

only therapists and bomb-sniffing dogs, three months or three thousand miles, whichever comes first. Opposable thumbs won’t save us from ourselves

as your toddler shuffles in, lifts up the sheet and asks his mommy if he can have a chipmunk, too. Little people don’t care about free overdraft protection, oblivious

each whenever contains its own history, bootcrunch and snort, the ding, ding, ding of the microwave warming opposable thumbs that won’t save us from ourselves,

the swollen grapes blowing autumn down the river through the village, those diligent shops and steeples, the promise of free overdraft protection, ibid, ergo,

ad infinitum…. Let the poem fracture prosody, the tonic go flat, opposable thumbs won’t save us from ourselves, the office file crammed

with spooky government forms. Why live in the stable of free overdraft protection. Darling, I love how we somersault, how we bounce.