My sheets are nicely labeled.
Top or bottom.
But they no longer fit.
It’s a wonder they don’t rip.
Exhausted, I am, from heaving at them.
I went to the coffee shop but I didn’t have anything to do.
Really, I just wanted to get out.
I sat there with my laptop and typed furiously,
Making believe I was busy.
This is what I wrote:
Pretty good, huh?
Have you ever met a Glomville resident?
I met three today.
The first looked at me sheepishly as he shuffled along.
The second was arguing with her handbag.
I took a break in the Glomville coffee shop.
It was the wrong decision.
The barrista couldn’t take my order due to rapid yawning.
Why did I visit Glomville?
The door to the Engram Restaurant was see-through,
Like there was nothing there, not like glass.
We went in.
A very old man showed us to our table.
He whispered something to us as we sat down.
I couldn’t hear what he said.
He brought the menu.
The menu was see-through too.
Gradually, I found that focusing on the middle of the menu,
I could read it.
It said, “Order something.”
I ordered a salad.
The old man, who wore a cowl, brought the salad.
It looked like fake cardboard.
It tasted familiar, but a little like cardboard.
I mentioned it to Jordain, who said, “That’s the beauty of it.”
It was beautiful.
You couldn’t get a complaint out of me that day.
Jordain paid for my salad and we walked out feeling chummy.
I remember it was very sunny.
At the coffee shop the next day,
Jordain asked me if I’d like to go to The Engram Restaurant today.
I said, “No, how about tomorrow?”
Jordain agreed that tomorrow was a better time.
“I look forward to it,” I said.
He said, “You’ll love it if you love abstract art.”
That surprised me, but I said nothing.
We walked out of the coffeeshop together.
I remember it was sunny outside.
I made a new friend at the coffee shop.
His name is Jordain.
He said I should visit the new restaurant,
The Engram Restaurant.
I know the word restaurant has appeared in the previous two lines,
and now the previous three lines,
but it’s the name of the restaurant.
Anyway, I plan to visit the restaurant soon.
I am taking advantage of my new assignment by reading
There are visionaries on Earth that can see into the future
far better than I.
I told Roger Mellon (head) that that was my tack.
I’m going to write a book report for everyone.