Being real

After fixing my son a toad-in-the-hole I sat and thought about being real
I thought being real was about accepting all the possible scenarios
Except living forever
All the deaths you can die and lives you can live
All the things you can stuff in to all the orifices
When he finally leaves the rush of lipstick and blush has me
Bulging in his mom's silk panties
Its mirror image I wish were real-how much time do I have?
I empty myself all over the sink
Meticulous clean up
Button down
Slacks
Loafers
Briefcase
As I drive to work I sit and think about being real