this particular hobby of mine isn't meant to age well, but it's heaps of fun while I'm young and reckless.

these days turn 
​to rheumatic hinged 
hips, and fibrous hanging knee 
caps, and hindsight spikes we don’t 
regret—play 
ball, play 
all, play 
hearts with it. 
win us all over.

Sunday
Dani: ​There was a big bush here yesterday, and now it's little.
Truffles: Little? Yes, it's gotten little. When will it grow back?
D: Months, years, who knows? Never if you keep chewing on it. 
T: Never?! Should I sample all the ones in the back?
D: No! 
T: I should, then, just in case I can never have this one ever again. 

Tuesday
D: You're happy today. 
T: Happiness is relative. 
D: To what? 
T: How much pellets are left in my bowl. 

Friday
D: I'm home! 
T: Took you long enough. What do you do behind that big black door anyway? 
D: There's a lot to do behind the big black door. 
T: Well, there's none of me there, so I don't understand why you'd go. 
​D: It's a little more complex than that. 
T: Maybe I should go with you next time. 
​D: I don't think so. 
T: Well then, don't go!