by my watch and ward, i could set my watch by the sound of you
crawling out of bed stumbling over our empty beer cans. Our children
you say, may the rest on the floor, until you stumble over them. You
are regular, like a geyser spewing warm subterrainean waters or the
tide pulling trash onto the beach. Thats what i like about you; you
make it seem easy somehow. Be good to yourself in the meantime and
tell your ma and them i said hey.