Solid

Ran into the drummer at the store.

New guy's different but solid, he said.

I said good, great. Out the door.

Solid sat in my head

all the way to the car. String cheese

from the dash—I peeled it slow,

the way I did at ten. Long strips.

Stalling with nowhere to go.

Solid. The word for things that work

but don't make anybody feel.

Three months out. They sound fine.

I sat there peeling past the peel.