
kid’s sick and asleep
the robot vacuum seems confused
debated whether to put veg sausage in the spanikorizo
debated whether to never look at my cell phone again
hosing half-grapes off the rug
letting it sort itself out
i didn’t
i did
i used to skip the last word of the hymns
i wasn’t sure if i meant it
i didn’t want to give god the wrong impression
it was stupid of me, obviously
now i’m an adult
frog in a tank, a snail fall
mysterious shit
in the front yard
not enough chores and errands
not enough sunshine
not enough self-control
not enough empathy, patience, love
but this dog has long legs
and a long snout
and the vet says she’s good
at catching biscuits in the air
now when i’m tired i doodle angry dwarves i wouldn’t otherwise
when i’m depressed i repeat a mantra
that makes me laugh
when i’m not depressed
i have so many problems
but nothing that bad
my life’s pretty good
my life’s pretty good. i mean it
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Zac Smith lives in Massachusetts.
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