My Pet Peeve

 Pet Peeve

I once had an
Airedale named
Peeve.

(or she had a human named John).

she was a 
splendid pet 
I sometimes

called Steve.

forgiving me 
that tremor
of the

mind,

Peeve came 
whenever a friend 
i needed to

find.

she offered me, 
as all dogs must, 
unyielding loyalty,

bottomless love , 
and
unbreakable trust.
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Sustenance

 Sustenance

Tis not so much the mac and cheese, 

but rather, 

the imperturbable patience 
of waiting 
for the troubling of the water— 

the softening of the noodles,
crunchy underfoot— 

the precise measurements,
of milk and butter,

and the

slender stemmed glass of soothing chardonnay.
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