I’ll be over here. Hanging out with my phone.
I remember the desperation.
My table. Not on Unsplash.
Unable to hear?
An ancient wisdom
Inside of our bones
It’s bizarre to think
My dog actively doesn’t want to meet your dog
The more commonplace side the side that gets ignored
Holding ourselves to impossibilities
Each time he handed me an open door I said, thank you.
She is the set-point of my days and nights.
An ear that doesn’t give us the impression
Rather than trying to earn it.