Furtive

Sometimes when
no one else is home, when
the cat sleeps in the sun, when
the dog next door is distracted, when
not postal carrier nor evangelist will ring the bell, when
I am absolutely certain that I am absolutely going to be alone, when
all that happens sometimes I turn up the music,
dance through the living room, pretend
to be the me who succeeded.

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