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And The Dog Won't Turn Off The TV by Ray Printer Friendly

The sun breaks over the horizon,

and even to our sore eyes, it's treasure.



Another day, we've lived to another day,

And when you live like we do,

that's something special.

Hell, even when you don't, it is.



I'll drop a double dare

into your backpack:

Something for you to find

next time,

When I'm not around, but the memory of me

Is.



You and my shadow, joking around,

teasing me,

And I laugh along with you

because we're all friends here.

We're all the daylight side of the coin,

For now.



Maybe we'll watch when the sun drops,

And watch each other change,

And laugh some more,

With sharper teeth.



Or maybe not.



Right now, that's not what to think about.

Right now, there is coffee discussion

And salty breakfast covered in sweet

And a million sticky surfaces

waiting

to catch elbows too careless.

Right now, there is Brenda,

asking us what would we like,

And calling us sugar.



The clouds billow outside the window,

Daring us to predict

What kind of day it will be,

already laughing.

With us or at us

It doesn't matter.



Just like that,

just like that,

The laughter stops,

Serious...

"I love you guys."



Doesn't matter who said it,

could

have

been

any

one

of

us.



"My cat keeps callin' people,"

Brenda complains to a coworker.

"Long Distance."

We stare at one another,

wondering which imagination this came from.

"Get 'er one a'them collars,"

The coworker says.

"I saw on the TV that those help."



Laughter and pancakes and whatever.

We promise that we'll kick life in the neck,

If it ever fucks with us.


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