days when you are blissfully
alone,
serene
in your pleasant house,
wrapped
in a blanket
on your favorite
couch,
the dog beside you,
a plate of stew
on the table,
crusty bread with butter
melting
in the warm slice,
and a cold
beer
in a frosted mug.
who needs friends.
who needs lovers.
who needs siblings
anymore.
but then there's a spot
in the middle
of your back
that you can't reach.
the itch is almost unbearable.
so you reach
for the phone again
to see who is available.
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