good night
in the hour before my bedtime, when i’m looking back upon the day, depleted my housemate brings me a sweet, handmade by his mother with peanut butter and late-spring greens
in the hour before my bedtime, when i’m looking back upon the day, depleted my housemate brings me a sweet, handmade by his mother with peanut butter and late-spring greens
the cats are all aprowl tonight, at least the black ones, skittish and gutter-lean basking in car-heat, then dashing from tire to tire daring the moon to catch them