hazel, where are you?

I stretch like a cat in
the morning sun.

is it Friday yet?

I yell down to hazel to put
the coffee on.

she's not there.
damn her.

I pay her so much and for what?

my psychiatrist tells me to get over
her.

my imagination runs wild sometimes.

but I love the idea of hazel.
not the television hazel. but a hazel
from Norway or Sweden.

very tall and demur. she doesn't even
have to speak English.

we'll figure it out.

if she can make coffee, that's a plus.