advice poem:

if you are sitting at Panera Bread across from the library where you work eating an avocado BLT and reading A Coney Island Of The Mind you should do nothing else. you should not check your watch and see if you have time to read one more canto of Ferlinghetti’s poetry and wonder what music to cue on your ipod when you get to the backroom and resume carting around books. you should adorn your tongue with savory sourdough, rich avocado, bland bacon that sat there too long and is not that salty, light mayo-tomato-lettuce, and crunch into that goddamn pickle!

yum.

but don’t run out of pickle before the sandwich is done. enjoy salty chips of potato so that there is contrast between sandwich, pickle, chip, and sandwich. do not order a fucking drink. you’re just adding 2 or 3 or 4 dollars to your already overpriced sandwich which you cannot afford because you’re trying to pay off your debt and become a stay-at-home dad and wear shorts, t-shirts, and sandals or bare feet all summer with the goddamn windows open sweating like a motherfucking king!