like the hem of an old, old garment- sitting aside from the day- sitting aside from the wasteful day- wasting away like acorns lining the gutters-beginning like the fresh new soil piling up under the washing machine- beginning like new hair singed from the days breath-warmer than the warmest hug-older than the oldest bird- louder than the loudest tree- undercover like the worm in your food- sitting right there, next to you.

"Well, okay, you're not privy to all the new shit, so uh, you know,
but that's what you pay me for."