our new cat skittles around the house attacking or running from
ghosts as I walk around determinedly in my housecoat lifting small
barbells to get back some of my strength outside the cold crackles
looking harmless and peaceful in the winter sun as it glints the white
white snow my hands cold as I write this the furnace still chugging
mightily to warm the house after a cold night renaissance music
pours gently out of the speaker like pure golden honey soothing a
restless mind and I notice the other speaker is silent so I move the
couch to discover the wire disconnected probably because of our new cat
well at least there’s something practical to do besides curing writer’s block
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