The little yellow house
or duplex
so close to everything
close with you
sharing a mailbox
and a coffee maker
and a spice drawer.
Your scanner on the chair
where I want to sit and watch you
write, edit, upload
articles and pictures and articles
Galarina at our feet.
Her green sweater for security
her purple toy that you say shouldn't be an inside toy
it's too loud, but I throw it
bouncing off doorways
and walls
our neighbors can hear it
but Galarina likes to play.
She sleeps so snug
on the couch we picked
burnt orange and leather (I hope)
where we sit and watch only the good TV shows
where we paint
and we drink beer
and we rest our feet.
