Simple things 
most matter
now more 
crisp linen 
soft towels 
warm clothes 
all clean 
sounds of
all churning 
grumbling bellies 
soon to 
tumble in
and out 
and warmth 
that cats
and dogs 
always find 

Needle points left
tapping it I
hope something remains 
even if fume
even a promise 
of something better 
or a glance
glimpse lingering stare
anything that might 
or could maybe 
carry me farther 
forward from here 

Say less 
not more 
let words
be brutally 
brief bringing 
humid breath 
allow sighs
to sing 
and eyes 
to settle 
and hands
to hang
inches from 
the flesh 

At last 
things done 
it’s time 
to think 
do I 
don’t I
maybe so
my mistakes 
of yesterday 
get smaller 
and smaller 
the more 
that I 
do today