counting steps to self destruction

Franco Amati
Scuzzbucket
Published in
2 min readJun 8, 2024

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people do all they can to get their steps in,
like if they don’t reach their goal, they’ll self destruct
but I think if you are so kinetically compromised
that you have to count the movements of your legs
in the first place, then your self-destruct date
is probably already set…
a dozen wicker balls sit in a basket
atop a glass coffee table —
I wonder how many people have lounged
on this wrinkled leather sofa before me…
it’s so damn wrinkly, and your butt sinks deep
into the soft-scrunchy cushion — reddish brown leather,
my cotton t-shirt is the same color — it seems I always
look for clothes in shades of brown…
it’s a Saturday and there’s only one part-timer on duty
in the clubhouse, one woman swimming in the pool,
and one man thumping away on the treadmill,
couple of mildly obnoxious oldheads playing pool in
the game room, but the lobby’s sorta dead
and I have all the time in the world (not really)
to peruse the shelves of random books
none of them are arranged in any particular order —
I notice one book that I personally own myself —
the Soprano’s Cookbook…
I guess everyone loves real Italian food
and fictional mafia — no one loves the real mafia
or fake Italian food…
how do some people find it so easy to follow the rules?
while others are tortured by the mere thought of it…
these sheep, all they do is complain and nip at each other,
thinking the more baas they make, the quicker…

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Franco Amati
Scuzzbucket

Speculative fiction writer from New York. Editor of Scuzzbucket. For published work visit francoamatiwrites.com or buy me a coffee at ko-fi.com/francoamati