i’m in a little window

off the cuff


My dog knows I don’t like to be crowded,

but she does it anyway.

Is love something you can wear like a sweater?

Can you smoke in the rain?

I’m having a creative moment!,  I call to my son upstairs.

Cool!, he says.

Ah, life.  You crazy-ass, up and down life.

If you hold yourself prisoner

everyone you know has to visit you in prison to see you.

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