"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
I like Bukowski with my coffee
on the back porch
My sub-suburban neighbors’ sprinkler systems
showering everything in rhythmic mist
while the women fry bacon
and the kids watch cartoons.
At this hour
no one’s peeking out the blinds
to watch me talk to myself.
They’re not interested in me
until the cornflakes have been put down the disposal.
it’s just me and caffeine.
Bukowski and my cigarettes.
- Kristyn Sherman
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