The Lengthy Dino

I keep thinking about all the things that would be so difficult to do if you were a Patagotitan Mayorum. Like the tango, for instance. Also, the Limbo, tennis, or playing the bagpipes. Or that great dinner scene from Lady and the Tramp. Very little would be easier. Perhaps only murder.

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Your bicycle chain

is in Urbancrest

Burn Notice

I forgot that I bought three small containers of yogurt last week.

Which means that I must eat one yogurt each evening for the next
three evenings.

I forgot them because I generally don’t eat blueberry yogurt.

I bought them because:

they are pleasant to the touch when they are fresh from the fridge;

the drawing of blueberries on the label make the blueberries look delicious;

I feel as though I should eat blueberries and that it would make me happy;

blueberry yogurt is perhaps healthy;

blueberry yogurt is very yummy;

my favorite show on television stars a savvy ex-CIA operative;

he looks a little like Steve McQueen (that same hard-living look);

he is lean and handsome in a suit;

he has a scar on his face;

he knows all sorts of things about explosives like C-4 and Dodge Chargers;

scuba gear and undercover espionage;

he never reads a book;

he never goes to a movie;

he has nice sunglasses;

and a nice no-nonsense mom;

his best friend is an informant;

his best friend drinks mojitos and wears Hawaiian shirts;

his girlfriend is also an assassin;

she is pretty and kicks ass;

he doesn’t pay enough attention to her;

still, they love each other;

still they have snow globes in their ramshackle apartment;

sadly, someday they will have to blow up their apartment;

once again they will be on the lam; still

they love each other no matter where they are;

even Bogota or Tangiers or Istanbul or Dublin or Ghana;

this is an exciting show; in which

he loves blueberry;

he loves blueberry yogurt;

he eats a lot of blueberry yogurt in this show;

me, too –

Hooray for blueberry yogurt

I have three in my fridge

I think they are expired

Ricky Garni has worked over the years as a teacher, wine merchant, composer and graphic designer. He began writing poetry in 1978, and has produced over forty volumes of prose and poetry since 1995. His work can be found in many online publications, print magazines and anthologies, and he has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize on seven occasions.