i can hear them on the 

other side of the door

laughing and shouting about our blind, deaf, dumb dog

and the blasting tv 

and the open window letting in the rain

and the food still clinging to the "clean" plates

i think it's beautiful

i think maybe there's a spot on that couch where i can pet that

blind, deaf, dumb dog

and maybe i can get away with yelling about stuff too but not doing it

i think maybe they're already happy

i think maybe one more person is just a crowd

i think maybe i'll just shut my door all the way and count the bumps

in my popcorn ceiling