Sometimes,
Like this morning,
I think that maybe
You’re too easily freaked out,
Like when you pick up that something
I do
Makes no sense to you.
Like not using the car air conditioner when the beast of summer roars—
Or putting a cat on the top of my worries list.

Sometimes they don’t make sense to me, either,
But
Before you pounce on them
And rip them to shreds as a hungry lioness rips into her prey,
Take a moment to remember
That the guy whose voice and words
You’re hearing
Isn’t playing with a full deck—
Or something to that effect.
But he hopes to collect the missing cards pretty soon.
He knows you’ll help him avoid the duplicates.