2020, A Conversation by Slumpy Delatango

Two full Zero drops two Zeros
two falling to zero , twice.
Twice the zero falls after two.

Q: 2020, year of the Rat. So, tell me about your 2020?

A: Did a lot of Falling.

Failing but mostly Falling;
In love.

Over empty pasta isles in Aldi.

Out with friends.

Out in love with myself.

To our Knees as once again them man were killing people.

Into self induced comas.

Through with plans.

Behind with deadlines.

Within cycles that I’m not proud of.

From fits of over-anticipated laughter , after evening meds as John the dude from accross the hall loves Dad Jokes.

Job security.

Out of contact with virtual contacts we were excited to connect with back in March.

Big toes first into the slushy bit where the sand meets the salty ocean.

In slow motion, over a two ft fence under the influence locking eyes with someone I grew to know.

Into beef on social media.

Through harmful amounts of screen time in the place I also sleep, and eat biscuits all night.