LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HEATER

In the summertime, or close to it, I pick up my heater and I put it in the closet next to my fireworks and Christmas wrapping paper. I don’t cover it in a blanket or anything like that, and I don’t say “Goodbye Old Friend” because the walls of my apartment are very thin. But I do know one thing for sure: it will not always be summer, and yet the heater will always be a heater, that is, until it breaks, and I have to take it to the landfill, but they charge you $45 to do that, and the heater only cost $40, and I am sorry, that is too much. And so I will go to the landfill late at night, in my car. If it is winter, I will turn the heater on in my car, and wonder what the heater in my car is thinking about what I am doing, and suddenly I am singing a song by myself in the winter and the song is by Harry Belafonte and it is called THE BANANA SONG and when he says “Daylight comes and me want to go home” I say Day-O, Day-O, Day-O, Day-O.