wearing the same pair of underwear for 48 hours

aloneness is something

to be held close to the chest

and cradled: the only prayer

i've ever known. my housemates

have all flown back to their families.
i must be the last november goose 

left in iowa and i like

things to be just so:

ceilings and joints sounding of settling in unison, 

peeing with the door open, salsa and tortilla

 chips for thanksgiving dinner