a snowflake, four leaf clover, sitting pretty on the front of your shoulder from a book you read in high school from the valley to your home with a park view on your drive up, the mill city, between furniture and food for the kitty you should hit it closer to home good is bad is nice is yes is good is fine is no/that might not belong to you the cloth that you cut is the one that’s on me/how did it go? there is safety in small numbers, threw it in the fire and blamed it on each other needed places safe for fainting, promise “he won’t bite” with eyes half-closed, refraining sour sympathy, half cold meals, off to bed at night, disaster on your heels soggy wallet, broken window, bloody in the hallway ill be fine i think that i’ll go i can’t stay up every night we’ll stay there long enough to say goodbye here’s to safety, being happy, we are foils all, to that everlasting victims, only circumstantial here, i’m waiting there, you’re flying off the handle.