Good Thing

They tell me to speak my mind,

but to keep hidden what others don’t know.

They tell me that green means go,

but I like the thrill of

pushing backwards.

He told me he loved me.

I told him I love lasagna.

The mirror told me

“Jupiter will be arriving

in 3.25 days.”

I didn’t believe the mirror.

But Jupiter did arrive in 3.25 days

on my face.

They tell me to be responsible

but the taste of ginatonics triumphs

in my throat.

They tell me not to worry

but I forgot to put my car in park.

I guess

it’s a good thing

that he loves lasagna too.