the knives are hung,
edges pointing east.
silver in slots, just so.
pick up cat kibble,
back in the bowl,
not wasting.
park to one side
in the six car driveway
just in case
(you never know)
those small sheets of paper towel
you can tear them in half again
did you know?
don’t turn the heat on yet
(it’s too early)
doors locked
lights low
we’ll be alright.
yes, alright now.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Sometimes having things in order helps in a world that often seems out of order and our of control….but, yes we’ll be all right….somehow
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