abundance

BY HENRY WILSON

It may be a resource, such as lumber or Tupperware™ containers,

Or a trait, such as lunacy or support.

Some people have talents, such as knowing how to avoid getting caught in the trap of “how are

you” when passing somebody you’ve already made eye contact with and then having to answer

as you pass them and then it’s too late for them to respond so it got sort of cut off? Or guitar.

There are others still who have an abundance of something entirely separate from themselves,

Supplied by their surroundings,

Like love from their family,

Or the clap from a Target employee.

Sometimes their abundances are charitable,

Like a person with an abundance of empathy.

Sometimes their abundances are pernicious,

Like a person with an abundance of the urge to shit on my bed.

Abundances come in many packages, some small, some large.

The best people

Are the people with an abundance of the knowledge of other peoples’ abundances.

The worst people

Are people of whom their abundance is known only to them and their pillow.

An unknown abundance is terrifying

Beyond any eldritch nightmare dreamt up by the meanest and most disturbed of machinations.

One abundance to avoid at all costs is that of opossums.

They are unwieldy and capricious creatures of which not much is known.

Some people have an abundance of sunsets.

Some of sunrises.

Befriend both of these people.

Blankets are a good abundance for a person to have,

But these people are not pleasant drinking partners.

If someone inquires as to your abundance,

You have every right to tell them where to shove it,

But expect the same answer when you make your inquiry.

What is your abundance?

Mine is assless chaps.