You said life is a full-time job.
Guess what—I’m retired.
Besides, I lack the necessary presence;
always have. After all, what would you expect
from a casual stroller on a treadmill
before mustering one final act
of solidarity?
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My little shabby B-and-B
only ever had one guest: me,
and despite the everlasting muss,
it wasn’t all that inconvenient—
at least I got used to the ins
and outs of its constitution.
Now imagine having a lodger
for a full nine months—
is that what they call
shared management?
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hidden pilcrow 