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Just a Silly Phase I’m Going Through

cheap disulfiram The Leash Slips
The leash slips from my grip.

One second I’m holding the rules in my hand,
the next—gone.

She bolts.
Brown blur on cracked earth,
ears back, eyes wild.

For one glorious, rule-free moment,
she owns the park.
No crates.
No “stay.”
No clipped voice saying her name twice.

She runs like the thing she once was,
before bowls,
before collars,
before people with pockets full of biscuits
and so many goddamn rules.

And I stand there,
frozen,
half afraid,
half jealous as hell.

Because I know—
deep in the rib cage—
I would trade a dozen quiet walks
for one run like that.

And maybe,
maybe one day,
I will.

How The Gel Are Ya?

The blobfish is a fascinating and odd-looking deep-water fish found about 2,500 feet deep off the coasts of Australia and Tasmania. It looks comically strange, has no muscle, and is almost entirely jelly, making it inedible. Its jelly is less dense than the surrounding water, allowing it to float just above the sea floor. Without any means to propel itself, the blobfish simply floats and waits for food to drift into its mouth.

Morning Inventory

Morning Inventory

Body hurts.
Soul creaks.
Dogs need feeding.
Sky cracks pink.
Another day?
Hell yes.

The floor’s cold.
Shoes by the door,
one laced, one not—
thesis of my life.

The dogs circle,
impatient philosophers
with twitchy tails,
ready to chase the day
while I’m still
negotiating gravity.

Outside, the wind talks
through alley wires.
Trash cans rattle,
as if the night
left messages.

We step out,
paws first,
feet after.

The world smells like rain
and asphalt and promise.
The sun hasn’t decided yet—
neither have I.

But we go.
Because the dogs say so.
Because the day says so.
Because hell yes.