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Not moon enough
to walk the woods,
I contain myself on the porch,
watch my cigarette burn.
This small light consoles me.
Inside the house,
canned laughter on the TV,
my husband splayed on the couch.
If only I could splice such
hearty chuckles into my life,
edited into one continuous loop.
Could I stand such happiness?