I don't know what the bills cost, but they get paid. I don't feel the pain anymore, but still there is a teaspoon of sugar to help the medicine go down. The agoraphobia keeps me home.

I fear, really, mostly, my own mediocrity. Tomorrow will find me, as today did, glancing from windows: knowing the world will not know my name.

Tiny cups of clarity.

The cat's are confined,
now, to half the space,
though I let them out
when I can. Still, they are
happy, like
me.

Elbats.

The weather,
weather,
never better,
say hello, then,
to November.