Monday, April 27, 2020

Professional Attire for the Caveman

The caveman must wear attire
At all times

That’s the purpose of these rules
Which we have labored
To carve into the wall
Of this cave
Otherwise known was ‘Work Cave’

The first rule is that attire
Is not optional

So what kind of attire
Is appropriate
For the Work Cave?

Leaves are acceptable
But they must be placed
Around the areas
That are known
To cause trouble
Within the group

You know what kind
Of trouble I’m talking about
So don’t act like you don’t

We don’t want to see you
With leaves on your arms
And not on your you-know-what’s
Because nobody ever got into trouble
With their arms
Except for Herg who got his arms stuck
In a Little Arms egg
But covering his arms in leaves
Wouldn’t have solved that problem
So why are we even talking about it?

It’s taken two days
Just to carve the tangent
About Herg
Into this wall
So we need to move on

Feathers are acceptable
But please do not use
Blue Attacker feathers
Because many in the tribe
Have a bad reaction
To being around
Those kinds of feathers
And we can’t have everybody
Scratching and complaining
Because then nothing will get done

We know some of you think
That the reactions to the Blue Attacker feathers
Is ‘made-up’ or ‘exaggerated’
But that’s really not your decision to make
And there are plenty of other Attackers
To pull feathers from
Provided they don’t kill you
So please just stick to Red Attackers
Or Light Red Attackers
And for the record
None of you look good in Blue Attacker feathers
It’s not your color
So don’t get all worked up about it

Dirt is fine, obviously
But please make sure it’s FRESH DIRT

Don’t come into Work Cave
With dirt you found
Near the Little Arm nests
Because you can’t be sure
If that’s dirt or...something else
That you’re covering yourself in

And since many of you seem averse
To washing yourselves in the river
You may not notice
That you reek of Little Arm dung
So if you’re going to cover yourself in dirt
Please make sure it’s dirt taken
From the far side of the clearing
And not the dirt near the garden
Since we use Little Arm dung there
And if you use that dirt
Not only will our smellers curl
In your presence
But we won’t be able
To grow our green foods
And then we’ll be starving
And bad-smelling
And then where will we be?

The hide of a kill is tricky
Because you have to clean the hide
And many of you are incapable
Of cleaning yourselves
Let alone the skin of a dead kill
But if you are able to clean it
An animal hide is one of the best options
For attire

Nurb recently showed up to Work Cave
In a beautiful tusk-skin
That was just wonderful

Everybody remarked upon it
And told him how great it looked
And--

Oh, it must have taken forever to clean, Nurb

Oh, it did.  You have to take it to the pond
You can’t just take it to the river
This is a special skin
It needs pond water

But we realize not everybody
Has access to tusk-skin
And not all of you feel like
Going to the pond every other day
To keep it clean
So stick to the dirt and the feathers
And the leaves
If all you can get are leaves
But again
Only over the troubling bits
And just leave the rest alone
Because if you’re walking around
Covered in leaves
Someone might think you’re a not-killed-yet
Lurking in a bush
And they might kill you
And then wear your skin around
And people might compliment them on it
When they show up to Work Cave wearing it
And isn’t that just a terrible thought?

That’s why we have rules
And that’s why we have to follow the rules
And that’s why we carved them
Into this cave
And it took a long time
Because we had to use pictures
Since we haven’t invented words yet
So we hope you appreciate
The time we took
To create a professional environment
For all of you

And, as always--

Casual Fridays are still

In effect

Sunday, April 26, 2020

The Cookie Crumbles

     (A restaurant.  LAUREN and KATE have just been given fortune cookies.)

LAUREN:  I should just throw this out.  I never eat them.

KATE:  The point isn't to eat them.  You just read the fortune.

LAUREN:  But then I'm sitting there with a broken cookie.  What am I supposed to do with it?

KATE:  You act like fortune cookies are the worst thing in the world.

LAUREN:  It's not like they're not delicious.

KATE:  Nothing is delicious.  I hate everything that qualifies as food.

LAUREN:  Are you okay?

KATE:  Yeah, no, I mean--I'll eat food, because I have to, but I can't imagine enjoying it.

LAUREN:  The same way I don't enjoy fortune cookies.

KATE:  They're better than peeps.

LAUREN:  That's a low bar.

KATE:  They're better than--

LAUREN:  Are they better than candy corn?  Yes.  They're better than some things.  But they're still not great.

KATE:  I want to hear your fortune.

LAUREN:  Oh my god, you're one of those 'I want to hear your fortune' people.

KATE:  I am!

LAUREN:  Okay, fine.

     (She opens her fortune cookie.)

Uh.

KATE:  What?

LAUREN:  You'll never know true joy.

     (A beat.)

KATE:  What?

LAUREN:  That's what it says.

KATE:  It can't say that.

LAUREN:  Look.

     (She shows her the fortune.)

KATE:  That's weird.

LAUREN:  Yeah.

KATE:  I mean...you have known joy.

LAUREN:  Yeah.

KATE:  So it's not even--I mean, it's not legitimate, obviously.  It's not like a horoscope or a reading from a psychic.

LAUREN:  It's weird though.

KATE:  It must be, like, a gag fortune cookie that someone slipped in there to be, um, funny or something.

LAUREN:  You know...

KATE:  Yeah?

LAUREN:  I...I don't know if I ever have experienced true joy.

KATE:  Okay, Lauren, it's a fortune cookie.

LAUREN:  No, I know, but now that I think about it--

KATE:  It's a piece of paper--shoved in a cookie.

LAUREN:  Yeah, but...I was kind of thinking about this the other day.

KATE:  Thinking about what?

LAUREN:  I was thinking about whether or not I was ever going to experience joy and then--

KATE:  You were thinking about that?

LAUREN:  Yeah, don't you think about that?

KATE:  No!

LAUREN:  I think about it all the time.  It haunts me.

KATE:  Thinking about whether you'll ever--Lauren, you just said you've--

LAUREN:  I lied.

KATE:  What?

LAUREN:  I lied, Kate.  I've never experienced pure joy.  Medium joy, sure, but pure joy?  No!

KATE:  That's stupid.  This whole thing is stupid.  I'm going to get you another fortune cookie.

LAUREN:  No.  I don't want another one.

KATE:  I told you, this is probably a joke one.  Let me get you a real one.

LAUREN:  Kate, this is the real one.  It's morbid and depressing--that's you know it's accurate.

KATE:  Don't be ridiculous.  Here.

     (She pushes her cookie towards LAUREN.)

Take mine.

LAUREN:  No, that's yours.

KATE:  It's not mine.  It's a fortune cookie.  It doesn't belong to anyone.

LAUREN:  Open it.

KATE:  What?

LAUREN:  Open the fortune cookie.

    (A beat.)

KATE:  No.

LAUREN:  Why not?

KATE:  Because.

LAUREN:  Because why?

KATE:  I don't want to.

LAUREN:  Why not?

KATE:  Because I don't like fortune cookies.

LAUREN:  You don't have to eat the cookie.

KATE:  And maybe I don't want the fortune.

LAUREN:  Why wouldn't you want it?

KATE:  Because.

LAUREN:  Because why?

KATE:  Because...

LAUREN:  Because mine was so scary!

KATE:  No.

LAUREN:  You're scared yours will be too, aren't you?

KATE:  No.

LAUREN:  Then open it.

KATE:  I don't want to.

LAUREN:  Do it.

KATE:  You do it.

LAUREN:  I can't do it.  If I do it, your fortune will become my fortune.

KATE:  That's now how it works.

LAUREN:  You don't know how it works.

KATE:  I know you can't transfer a fortune from one cookie to the--This is crazy.

LAUREN:  Just open it!

KATE:  Fine!

     (With some hesitation, KATE opens the cookie.)

LAUREN:  Well?

KATE:  It's....

LAUREN:  Yeah?

KATE:  It's blank.

     (A beat.)

LAUREN:  What?

KATE:  Look, it's--

     (LAUREN takes the slip of paper.)

LAUREN:  That's--

KATE:  What does that mean?

LAUREN:  It means, um...I don't know.

KATE:  Do you think it means something bad?

LAUREN:  I--No, I--Well, noooo.

KATE:  Lauren!

LAUREN:  I mean, if you had opened that one first I would have just assumed it was a mistake, but that one paired with mine--

KATE:  We don't know that they're paired.

LAUREN:  I mean--

KATE:  We don't know that they're paired, Lauren!

LAUREN:  It's just a little creepy.

KATE:  I know it's creepy!

LAUREN:  Calm down.

KATE:  I don't need you to keep telling me it's creepy!  I know it's creepy!  It's a blank fortune, and it's like--Does that mean I have no fortune coming to me because my future looks blank and does blank mean dead and does somebody kill me and if somebody does kill me is it my stepbrother who I don't talk to anymore because he kept eating the peanut butter I bought for myself with my own money working at that dog grooming salon?

LAUREN:  I don't, uh--

KATE:  I'm asking for another cookie.

LAUREN:  Kate!  No!

KATE:  I want another cookie, Lauren.

LAUREN:  If you get another one, it could be worse.

KATE:  Worse than nothing?

LAUREN:  You don't know that nothing is bad.  You could get one like mine.  What would you have done if you got mine?

KATE:  Oh my god, I'd jump in front of a bus.

LAUREN:  Yes!  Wait--what?

KATE:  I mean, that's just me though.  I don't think that's a good, you know, option for you.  You hate the bus.  You never take it.

LAUREN:  Let's just--assume that both of these cookies were from some...weird batch.  Like you said.

KATE:  Okay, but I have been feeling kind of empty lately and empty might mean blank and my stepbrother used to get so mad when I'd accuse him of stealing the--

LAUREN:  Kate!

KATE:  You're right.  We'll just forget it.

LAUREN:  Good.

     (A beat.)

KATE:  You know, there's this amazing new Chinese place on Oliver Avenue that I've been wanting to--

LAUREN:  Let's try Italian next time.

KATE:  Yeah.  Yeah, you know--Italian.  Yeah.  Sounds good.

LAUREN:  Good.

KATE:  I'll pick a place tonight when I get home and text you so we can make a plan.

LAUREN:  Great.

KATE:  Yeah.  It'll give us something to look forward to.

   The End

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Used Cars

When you’re poor
You gotta decide
Where to put
Your shame

I put mine
In the car we drove

I could live with
Bad clothes
Tattered rags
Hand-me-downs

Nobody I knew had clothes
That were all that nice

But a few of my friends
Had dads
Who spent all their money
On a nice car

Because with a nice car
You can pretend
Everything else
Is going fine

A car and a house
Are what people see

Nobody’s house
Was any better
Than anybody else’s

But when we would
Drive down the street
In that shabby piece of junk
My dad bartered for
With the guy at the used car lot
I felt like we were airing
Our dirtiest laundry
To all our neighbors

My father would bark at me
To stop looking so sad

That families who spent their money
On a car were fools

Even nice families
Even the ones with money

A car is a bad investment

That’s what he would say
As our engine
Got louder and louder
But never louder than it was
On the first day of school
When he’d drop me off
And all the kids
Would point at me
And crack jokes

My dad took the money
He could have been spending
On a nicer car
And put it in a savings account
That got wiped out
When he lost his job
Halfway through
My junior year

He thought he was going to
Send us to college
On that money

My dad had a lot of plans
That never panned out

Hard to blame him for that
But not impossible

He moved in with me last year
When the nursing home called
Because his money ran out

That’s my whole relationship
To money

Watching it run away
From me

From my dad
From my whole damn family

Now he lives in my basement
And comes up once a night
To watch tv with me
And ask how I am

I tell him I’m okay
And he believes me
Because optimism
Is still better-looking
Than reality

I drive a nice car now though

Worked my ass off
To get it
And keep it
In some kind
Of decent shape

I wear the same jeans
Every day
And I only own
One pair of shoes

I need a new boiler
And new pipes
And I need to see a doctor
About this cough
That won’t go away

But fuck if I’m not driving
A brand new car

You gotta put your shame
Somewhere

I figured a new car
Was as good a place

As any