one of my favorite words.
today, there are heavy, thick, leathery workaday things at play.
saddle-fat, and careworn, they are waiting by the front door,
to be taken out when I go
or to take me out,
should i try going without them.
but I could not care less.
i have new boots.
and today,
there is no panic in my heart.
I have a sweet empty afternoon, and a rectangle of sunlight on my bed, whispering catnaps in my chilly ears. I can almost hear my own heart purring in feline reverence to the possibility of a mumbling wakeup, and an endless stretch. I have
a five foot square sanctuary
in which,
even if it's only for a moment,
and that small two-letter revelation,
to keep me company.
oh.
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