At long last I have opened the Coloradoan wine, to little fanfare
I have decided I will hold off on making the decision until after November and then after January and maybe after March
I close the tab and welcome the cat onto my chest
Give me a bed frame that lasts for decades
Tired of disposability
The small woodland animals brandish a flail, a sword, an axe
I am not a father
Teaching him how to look
He snacks on me like crackers and cheese
The gap is part of the meaning
Promising myself I'll remember
I don't want an Instagram face
Drying off with a hand towel
Some things stay the same
I can say that I'm surprised
I don't know what lesson I'm supposed to be learning here
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