he wondered how the neighbours kept their grass so perfect
straight lines where the wheels of the mower had pressed through
sprinklers in the sunset
it is an odd endeavor to water the lawn
at least it seemed that way to him
he wondered if the outside aesthetic matched the inside
a table set with fine china, symmetrically pleasing
sparkling floors, family photos with big smiles
no fits of anger or lust or despair
not the feeling of missing someone that is in the same room
he wondered if there was a word for that feeling
he wondered if there was a word for the act of keeping your grass perfect
neurotic was the first word that came to mind
anxious, tense, high-strung
he finished cutting his grass, bagged it, put the mower away
went inside, took a drink of water
looked out the front window, considered the neighbour's lawn
he considered his and realized that although neurotic
anxious, tense, and high-strung
could be good descriptors for the feeling of missing someone in the same room
they were not accurate words to describe the act of keeping your lawn perfect
for his lawn looked meek in comparison
a few spots missed, and brown in places
and for such an anxious person
he wondered why he didnt give a fuck about the way his lawn looked
or what the neighbours would think
if he invited them in for a cup of coffee