The version of me between versions of me.
Home approaches
I gather the smaller selves
and pretend there’s one
Parts for a door that has not committed to being here.
Nobody likes the new copier, least of all the entity that haunts it.
He was cold, rigid, and financially demanding. But the heart wants what it wants.
Nora called this “not groceries.” Fair.
Apparently “cat food and batteries” is not a meal plan.
In my
"The restless adolescent returns to the herd, chastened by the discovery that freedom, in the end, is mostly parking lots."
No ancient lullabies yet.
Took the baby monitor from the lobby as a joke.
So far:
The client had thoughts, but couldn’t quite put them into words.
Though technically prohibited, raccoon taunting remains popular among those without adult supervision.
"Here, among the ficus, pothos, snake plant, and assorted others, the visitor remains almost perfectly still, and by midday the office flora have accepted her as one of their own."
Nobody knew who booked the conference room for “revenge,” but Procurement had been quiet all day.
