The cursor blinks in time….wait…wait…wait…

My dog snores. 
I chew my fingernails.
I don't need to have a radio going
Or a TV
Or someone here incessantly chatting
It's not unnerving
To live alone 
In a house haunted by my grandmother
--it's true! 
But it's worrysome 
To think about falling down the stairs
And nobody realizing anything is amiss
Until Monday
When I fail to show up for work
And maybe not even then...
I try to be cautious.

Someday 
I hope to have steadfast companionship
But so far 
There's been a drought 
One might say
A moonscape of desolation
But my life doesn't look bad, per se
I've traveled
I've loved
I've lost

I've lost books
earrings
money
friends
patience 
But not weight
Not lately

There are worse things 
Sour in my mouth when I think of
Fire
Debt
Cancer
Blindness
Addiction 
Athiesm 
Not taking a chance

Light as a feather
Cozy in my nest
Thoughts of fishing 
Whole days spent waiting for a tug
Poetry in motion 
Everywhere

My dog snores on
He's a grumpy chunk
Fat 'n sassy, like his momma
Who writes poetry 
In the premature winter night