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.
One thought on “Furtive”
And that is the definition of success.