Going to have some
Xanax, chocolate and
Think many good thoughts.

Fog threads through the trees

Suspended high over the

River, like magic

Shiny wet streets. Lights

Reflect in parallel lines

Link cars together

Rain falls from the sky
Heavy drops reach the pavement,
Round wet explosions

I am tired, I

Feel myself melt into the

Mattress. I need sleep.

Cold is sharp, pointed

Hard against skin. Faces sting.

Breath is visible.

Dry, dull winter, gray

Just cold enough to annoy

Without a snowfall.

Sweetest pup ever

Fast asleep, peaceful, goodest

Girl. Love our Lily.

Unsettled. No keys.

Looked here, looked there, finally

Found them in the trash.

Where are my keys? Wrapped

In a paper towel and

Flung into the trash.