• 

eyes locked, i drag
on curtains
to shut..

the bright out, then
gripe and groan
when there’s
no sun
out..

then room falls
cold, so..

i huddle with
the other
moles,

in my cloak
of cozy..

growing
mold,

until i poke my nose
into the fresh
and just
go..

++++

now pulling up
driveway,

expecting to find
a brand new
home,

and not this
festering
hive,

with no honey
inside, and..

so much lawn
to mow,

..as i pull out my
flip phone to
text you a
cool..

“hello”.

Grumpy Gorman
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