all the fucking days

shoveling dog shit is the
only time i feel
prissy or like a media-strewn
teenager.

made a little cash,
dipped my toes in the snow;
maybe it's
an opening
for new horizons.
the doubt differs on the
nicotine
in my system.

caught up with a friend
about the same shit.
kind of like
watching a good movie
again
and again.
but it's alright.

it was her birthday
and i showed up with
those iced coffees we always
used to get
back in the day.

we went to the nail place
and she had her nails done.
i helped her
pick out
the color
and went out for a smoke.
(note: the ficus in the corner was real)