but sometimes i suspect that he's just eating my socks to get attention.

he sees them moving on the ceiling, and he gets suspicious.

he approaches them in a defensive posture, low to the ground, before taking off at breakneck speed, sometimes straight into my shins.

opening the window to
sunlight and breezes
leaving the squeaky world of Windex behind
along with all its fingerprints
is learning to live with holes
in the screens, with spiders
in the shower, pine needles
in your hair.

- alex

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"Punctured tires were common on Ghanaian roads in the past. At night, as they pumped air back into their tires, the drivers - fearful of animals that might lurk in the darkness - also banged on tire rims with wrenches and honked their horns 'like crazy' to scare any potential predators away.
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When we walk down the bleached-out wooden stairs
to the beach and lie on our backs
on the blue and white chaises
near the edge of the water
on this dot in the atlas,
this single button on the blazer of the sea,
we come about as close
as a man and a woman can
to doing nothing.

All morning long we watch the clouds
roll overhead
or close our eyes and do the lazy
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