Don't read into it

Day 15. I'm still alive, just very tired. Back and off prompt with a wacky one this Friday. 

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Here is my favorite

patch of grass. 

It is fuller than

the rest of my lawn

and therefore

more deserving

of affection. 

I try

as hard as I can, 

look for

new ideas everywhere

to whip 

the rest of the yard

into shape - 

I feed it, 

water it, 

make sure it gets sun

(but not too much), 

try all

the latest chemicals, 

read to it, 

sing to it, 

tell it that

it is important

and loved, 

but still, 

I wind up 

just taking 

out the trash

myself, 

every fucking week. 

Maybe this

isn't about my lawn 

after all.