Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

The messy one

I have a recliner I can’t eat in.
I have a bed I can’t eat in.
I have a bathtub I can’t eat in.
Because, I won’t clean.
Sorry for the mess.

It’s slothsome ignorance
not self-aggrandizing arrogance.
People who have met me should know me by now
without having to repeatedly explain myself.

I struggle to consider others inside my own struggle
to get outside of the storm that rages within,
close the door behind me,
to sit in my recliner,
to lay in my bed, or
soothe in the bathing bubbles.

Like a neon sign:
No snacks where you idle, nap or soak.
Not a buffet.
Starved for the littlest luxury.

Dirty, tired, bored.
Still, won’t go outside to play.


10.29.23

You hear me.
So, there’s that.

Don’t be so literal.