critical appointments (and other notations)

my son, half my age or thereabouts

is living 40 years or so from the precipice

of “critical appointments”.

on the other side of the continent, mine are

stuck neatly in cadmium yellow notes upon

the door of the icy refrigerator.

“call Dr. what’s-his-face asap”!

 "add "Polident" to list"!

“return item today”!  (the one you thought was vital

 to your personal appearance, but now is nothing more than an eyesore)

some things are more imperative than other things, such as:

“oil the squeaky gate”, as opposed to: “plug-in the iron lung”.

If you have such a refrigerator door, turn to the next page

under heading: “how to have a nice day”.

If you have no such door,–– please wait.