they argued forty minutes
about the ears.
sunday, about four. three of them, one afternoon.
they rolled me on a sunday. three of them, one afternoon, and forty minutes of that was the ears.
then they went inside and put the kettle on. i heard it from out here.
the porch light goes off at eleven. nobody comes out after that and i do not expect anybody to.
i am not waiting for spring. i just know what it is.
it is the only thing i am good at and i am extremely good at it.
it is not happening to me. it is what i am made of.
somebody put it there on purpose. that counts for something.
we are not discussing march in this house or out of it.