tiny fits of rage

happiness currently exists interstitially in two places sixty miles apart and as of late, i want nothing more than the two to collide.  to put it into context on the most possible superficial note: two-thousand dollars, two beds, two kitchens, two living rooms, two bathrooms, two hair dryers, two closets, two apartment keys, two mailing addresses, ....two of everything and not 1 place to call home.