it’s the little things…

ate three meals today…
flush…
rent got paid…
another month of phone service…
it’s the little things…

read poetry and prose…
listened to jazz at all hours of night…
pictures…
drank cans of beer…
it’s the little things…

lay in bed…
warm as toast…
the couple down the hall won’t shut up…
their balling keeps me alive…
it’s the little things…

and i am alone…
it is dark…
it is suddenly quiet…too quiet…
where are you…
it’s the little things…

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