I sometimes find him in the attic,
lying on his side, contemplating
the insulation. Or just staring at
the beams, trying to get the measure
of force and distribution. He
turns up a lot in the garage.
I know he loves me. But if I look
away for an instant, he’s off,
and I worry that he won’t come…
(Source: blogut)
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