when i call someone and they
say i'm in denver,
or portland,
or italy.
i thought they were at home,
like me
eating bon bons
on the couch
watching reruns of
barney miller.
they send me pictures
of mountains,
and oceans.
the grand canyon
and the leaning tower
of Pisa.
i sigh when we finally
hang up
and shake my head.
i look at my cat and say,
we got to get out of this place.
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