multitasking 

 

building my tomb

brick at a time 

swimming to you 

in the moonlight 

 

against an enemy 

well-fortified

making love

to the spy tonight

 

 

plotting a decade

of my rule 

driving a truck 

out of driving school

 

eating ice cream 

working out 

supporting the fascists 

plotting my downfall 

 

they ask me if 

I can multitask 

typing with both hands 

I smile, “I can’t” 

 

they offer me half upfront

half at the end 

more than three-fourths 

never finis