My Appointment Poem by Jon Yttri

Oh, my God! If my appointment is for 4: 00, I'll have to take the 3: 07 bus, not the 3: 37! What time is it? 2: 58. That doesn't give me much time! I better put on my shoes. Where are my shoes? Under the bed? They're not there. Maybe the closet. They're not there. Maybe the kitchen. They're not there. Now where the hell are my shoes! Oh, I'm wearing them.It might rain; I'll need an umbrella. It's not in my green bag. Maybe it's on the closet shelf under the stocking caps. It ain't there. Now it's got to be SOMEWHERE.Oh, it IS in my green bag, I didn't look thoroughly enough. I'm opening the door. It's 3: 03. Maybe my watch is fast or the bus will be late. I'm opening the door to the stairwell. I'm walking down the stairs. Oh, I forgot! I'll need a book to read or I'll be bored to death. I'm up the stairs. I'm down the hallway. There's that woman I a pretend not to notice. I'll get my key ready. That should save a few minutes. Now, what book should I read? This one? No, too boring. This one? No, I already read it. I'll take this one. Well, I'm out the door. I better RUN through the hallway this time. I'm outside the building. It's 3: 08. Maybe I can make it if I break the four-minute mile; Roger Bannister did it. Maybe if I dart diagonally across the street I'll save time. I won't look for traffic, that's a waste of time. It's this way every Tuesday. TUESDAY? I forgot! Today's MONDAY! My appointment is for TOMORROW!