NEXT! Number 29? Number 29?
said the counterman at the supermarket deli,
and I realized I was Number 29, and I was
in another world, with seven people behind me,
fuming. But when I think about
[something crossed out, perhaps a name?],
tell me, what am I supposed to do? It’s all
a to-do list, isn’t it, life? Much ado about
nothing [crossed out] everything

[and here it all drifts off into cross-outs,
Wite Out, eraser dust, the rest of the page

blank]