lilies of the valley
on the coffee table
mingle their shady perfume
with my sweaty feet
from gardening
too many screens
but eyes are, too
they're machines
we love robots
short circuit
haunted by failures
want to be
someone else
they have their own
we are not alone
feels like she's been gone
long enough
to be coming home
until I realize
I'm still picking up socks
Spring's smell
buzzes
from the bathroom
the sulfur
in my asparagus pee
2 days ago