Does

Does an unassembled jigsaw puzzle
look lonely to you?
Poetry is not my mind,
it's just my wife.
Deathwish, Wanderlust, Schadenfreude--
this is my Greatest Hits album
we're listening to.
As a mental health exercise
I was to write out my "good qualities,"
so I penned "velocity,
teleportative acuity, glossolalia,
impersonation of lares & penates,
peanut gallery vitriol,"
and "adding cinnamon
to the applesauce of despair."
The teacher ran away
right there. My jigsaw
begs for glue, but I refuse.
What does a jigsaw puzzle know?
My mother just called
to interrupt this poem
with her tiny dying
and I felt irked, evil.
Tonight she asked me
"Why do we have toenails?"
I have no clue.
Hi. My name is Bill
and most of my life
is "Nice to not meet you."
I think my life reflects
the quantum mechanical truth
of the universe, however,
better than yours,
but that also
might just be
my usual whirrs.