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- I know he's in there
- I see him through his living room window
- sitting on his couch
- across the cul-de-sac from me
- just can't tell whether he's
- young or old.
- small pleasures. who knows
- maybe he needs a jumpstart.
- some days in long pajamas I go get the
- morning paper
- gingerly edging my bare feet along
- the gravel driveway
- to the front corner of the house
- white scratched and rusted
- mailbox. but this time
- my night shirt seems a little
- too short
- especially for reaching out
- accidentally riding the frilled border
- higher up my bare ass.
- oh well, nothing left to do but
- sheepishly smile.
- maybe he needs a
- jumpstart
- to his day.
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