It's taken many years
of figuring out that
it's not all that
bad.
The dogs walk
on leashes,
the cats stay
indoors,
but for the most part
a goldfish gets fed.
I'm letting my guard down,
he'll get his severance
package in the mail
and a white hot dream
will unfurl tonight,
tomorrow
whenever.
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