A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
House near Woodstock
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A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.
Short-term guests in my
fridge, pantry, cabinet — but just
until they are served.
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Stalled out. He comes. Starts
car. Buys breakfast. Drops what he’s
doing. Just for me.
Like a dorm room on
four wheels, it’s a place to get
drunk stoned laid changed sleep.