what is it about
lying next to a cat
that lulls me to sleep
faster
than just forcing myself to bed?

~~~

at least
being in my childhood bedroom
and gazing upon my
most-loved books
has reminded me that
it’s not just in adulthood
that i’ve found comfort in the
already known storyline
and re-consuming media
over and over and over again

(certain copies
of certain books
can attest to the fact that
i consumed them
over
and over
and over again
before i even hit puberty)

~~~

the internet
in this house
is struggling
almost as much as my sinuses
are fighting
to do their job well

(could the dust be blocking the wifi
like it’s blocking my nose???)