I use my teeth to pull tab off cream rinse.
       Frequently I find myself
near the front of the buffet line.  I’m mindful

I don’t run out of gas, toilet paper, milk, tea.
       My garbage and recycing
are out to the curb every Sunday night.  Backing

out of the garage, I look each direction and then
       look again.  Don’t tell anyone
but I check out new acquaintances on the internet.

My reptialian brain knows you can’t be too careful.
       All my forebearers would attest
to that, long resilient survivors that they were.