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
hearts with it.
win us all over.
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?
T: I should, then, just in case I can never have this one ever again.
D: You're happy today.
T: Happiness is relative.
D: To what?
T: How much pellets are left in my bowl.
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!