8:55 a.m.
the cat crunches his food,
which he has been complaining
about all week. I top off his bowl
with one of the two choices,
which look exactly the same.
Maybe they are. I am sick,
an early cold from the instant
autumn we’ve had this week.
Drained, as I sometimes am
with the change of seasons,
with the lack of change
in my life.