Five Months

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Five months have passed since last I had human contact.

Summer, autumn
came and went.

Five glorious months


of Internet comments sections,
of reality television,
of inconsiderate motorists,
of religious congregation,
of political affiliation,
of birthdays,
of sick days,
of long retail lines,
of team-based fanaticism,
of social constructs,
of familial obligations,
of celebrity ribaldry.

I’ll be home tomorrow — I miss the cat.

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