up next to the tom bean
silence to reenter home
motion in the corner of my frames
a smudge that turns with me
long lump that my chair wheel bumps
a corner of sweater fallen off its back
form by entryway doesn’t move
solid tripping shoes
closet opening and stepping back
at the spirit that is apt to leave
orange zest spritz causes no withdrawal
no wince of guilt at indulging
the hips that swing autopilot
down an irrelevant aisle
italian wedding soup eaten
undisturbed, no caroling wish
darker sprawl on evening’s bed
a dark blouse, a jacket, jeans
the feet that pause to check level
water in bowl that hasn’t been
list for business trip one fewer box
what my hand glances off of
a night reach pets into book
pat and scratch of sheets
low voice has no jumped reply
not the cat, habit is only inhabitant.
Catnip and Catnaps 