Mr. Sloan

poetry

Quality time, hangin’ out with Mr. Sloan—
A bonding experience, to say the least.
He was fairly candid
About letting me dump all my problems on him—
Or was it in him?
Then again, it’s not as if I gave him
Much choice in the matter.
And despite telling him
Bean burritos were a terrible idea on my behalf
He took a gulp of water, swallowed
And said, “come back any time.”