Too Perfect

I wake to messages

Of apology.

I note a windfall

Payment in my business account.

The coffee is perfect,

Not bitter at all.

I have lost weight,

Apparently.

The sun is shining,

And it’s bright,

But not blinding,

Perfectly warm.

T-shirt and shorts,

The breeze is neither

Cool nor hot.

I feel anxious.

Everyone greets me

With a smile,

And calls me Sir.

I am asked for my opinion

All day. People

Make a clicking sound

In the corner of their mouths,

And shake their heads

In disbelief when they

Hear my advice, speechless

With admiration.

I am anxious.

When I get home

There’s oil on my land,

Or something.

Hollywood reaches out

And offers to commission

A screenplay, or something.

I’ve grown an inch or two,

Or something.

I feel anxious.

by JD Del Rey