now dave sits on the couch, his legs splayed and his arms crossed

eyes squinting, high nose, and his tail curls around his left foot

the lake is frozen here but ducks find little ponds in the ice to paddle around on

my left ear squeaks as i yawn and the coffee is strong.

then, it was on the main street, dust swirling as electric cars zoomed past

waiting for eggs and thinking about coffee, with the taste still on my tongue

you put on your coat and zipped off to work, they depend on it

i wore the blanket for a while

my skin happily irritated by the wooly bristles, scratching my bare shoulders

but i was already gone, and your hair was slow like feathers in the morning sun.