not one
is worth repeating and yet
Margaret Atwood has multiple published about her cat, stray cat, dead cat

it's time
trim nails
routine
avoid dreams
last night
i broke hearts
in my sleep

journal of being alone

lilies are dying
their perfume isn't ceasing
but slowly pedals brown

slept in unwillingly
i'm making this about me
another poem
about me

daffofils on the pne grounds
every memory of spring
i've kept

i go
to sleep and
forklift at it

Months fly around attracted to lightbulbs and the led technology that is always active in our home. Aromatherapy is you spraying rose scented anything, our dog occasionally farting or me cooking the meat of an animal you adore. Bare foot marks on the hardwood panels. Aromatherapy is sometimes our cum combining, or the smell of your breath on me in the morning. There is such a stillness in my life, that I can barely write about. I can't shake the feeling that this is my reward for a difficult life lived. Quiet and peace and safety before the universe swallows planet earth whole.