Organization

I’d like to start an organization for people: 
whose kids have never excelled at team sports 
because they didn’t either, 
whose counters are dated and stained in witchcraft,
who read Jack Kerouac novels some nights 
and lie awake in jealous rage,
who breathe a sigh of relief when someone 
sparks up a joint at the neighborhood cookout, 
who don’t have the energy to shop 
somewhere other than Target,
who would rather have flies in their house than put 
food scraps in the landfill but also throw plastic 
bottles in the trash when there aren’t enough recycling bins, 
who stopped going to church years ago 
but still say rosaries in the woods 
at night looking at the sky expectantly, 
who never thought they’d feel lonelier 
and more desperate than their parents ever looked, 
who don’t know how to make small talk 
and hate cocktail parties but love 
philosophizing around the campfire,
who plan on peaking musically at age 60 
and refuse to let their forties fly by 
more quickly than semesters used to in college,
who don’t know how to get up from the couch 
but are determined not to let their bodies be found there.