the vast expanse of mind
is squirreled away in one
of it’s little compartments
distracted suddenly by
some noises from the kitchen
and then acutely disinterested
I agree to more coffee
because she asked, but
I’m coffee’d out
a squirrel raiding the bird feeder
these thoughts slinking away like thieves
as if I can’t see them
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