Every Town Has An Elm Street

When I walk into my bathroom, it asks me if I want to join in the shower. Walking into my office, it glances up from its schoolwork and gives me the sweetest smile. Coming up my stairs and into my bedroom, I can hear it rustle as it sits up in bed from reading to greet me with a massive hug. It follows me around the grocery store aisles, asking if I like a certain snack. When the office door opens at work, it’s the only thing that comes through with gummy sharks and a drink. Sitting, watching hockey in the living room, I can hear it make fun of Marchand, telling me to come rest my head. Riding in my car, it sings along with me, remembering the harmonies and melodies of the songs we’d sing together. Eating dinner at the table, its spot is set, and it eats with me, watching TikToks while happily munching.