i think
that, um
i’m getting
better, slowly
eating with family
and not wanting more
loving and talking at work
or too busy with work to chatter
nights are when i see some friends
not enough to be so reckless and messy
but enough to keep in touch and feel loved
i pet midnight on the head and plan out my day
then clean sean's bathroom and go antiquing for iron
or to diners where staff count change in lieu of filling cups
then, some red light racing high school boys in big white pickups
i hate to say it but i think i'm happy with it all and having some fun
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