Tug on my earlobe every time
I hear the word “average” or “forensic”
Remember the time my dog ran into a fence and broke her neck
Question how I sleep at night.

Place three apples in a row next to the stove
for my wife to find in the morning.
Think about giving them little hats

Trim the Forsythia.
This will always remain on the list,
usually as #5, no way does it get top billing.

My sister said that as a child I was accident-prone.
Prone to accidents.
Prone.
Remove prone from my vocabulary – it has become odd.

The last thing in the sequence is go fishing
in the Upper Peninsula and pretend to be Ernest Hemingway.
Imagine what that will be like.
No, that’s the last thing – the imagining part.