Some days you won’t brush
your teeth going to bed
those are the crazy days
because we are preoccupied
brushing off each other
And some days
I won’t take the trash out
you’ll come home
and find me [assed out
on the couch
Those are the busy days
Some days I’ll walk out
onto the balcony
stare at Van Gogh’s bright sky
and ask What now?
You’ll sneak behind me
wrap your arms around my
docile shoulders
We’ll stand here
listen to the silence of the moon
Those are the happy days