The fear still here
somewhere at my
throat and elsewhere.
Tonight, he sleeps on
the opposite end of
the globe, winter to
my summer. He’s
all tucked into a
faux fleece coat
and I’m sitting
naked on my
bed as I’d be
doing on Xmas
or MLK Day. Oh,
that fear. We are
flush with politics.
We’ve even found some
stuff in common there
that both gives us pause
and makes us laugh. But
I have had enough of it,
so last night recommended watching
a comedy, a 30-minute sitcom. And so,
he recommended a specific one and I
sat watching three episodes of
it as soon as the suggestion
hit my eye. He waited until
his siblings had left, a
respite he rarely gets
these days, and almost
immediately he’d leapt
ahead of me. And so
the story typically goes.
For now.
hit my eye. He waited until
his siblings had left, a
respite he rarely gets
these days, and almost
immediately he’d leapt
ahead of me. And so
the story typically goes.
For now.
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