For a few hours, the house got on by itself.
Light shifted across chairs and floors,
The fundamental machines functioned,
Heater, refrigerator, etc. The world did not
Collapse. The little lump of humanity
That sat at the table, filing applications
For teaching jobs and healthcare, smiled.
Even sick, down with a bug, even decayed,
Broke, and broken, it was pleasant to be,
Literally, momentarily pleasant just to be.
There was more he could be doing, there
Was less expectation left than ever before,
But when the universe looked the other way,
It felt almost safe to dream in the monster’s fur.
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