Today is for the hoodie
a friend had to gift me on Christmas,
solid black on the front
and a national holiday on the back-
two hands juggling
a pair of very special numbers.

Today is for the new label gun,
a present from the boss
to date the incoming product.
I danced and frolicked
while slinging cases of apples,
oranges, and potatoes, all now bearing
that pair of very special numbers.

Today is for the cheese danishes
someone bought for the occasion
because they were half-off.
We munched on them to the tune
of brain-rot and degenerate humor,
losing our minds to those two very special numbers.

Today is for a friend, not long ago
talking about mens’ mental health. She said
Never lose your sense of silliness.

Today is for the child tapping
on my arm while I’m stocking the shelves
to tell me how much he likes my hoodie,
his smiling mother looking on.
You might groan and say I’m way too old for this
but that’s only gonna make me laugh harder
for all the joys still findable in stupidity.

Happy 6/7, y’all!