I’m home alone
for the night
and yet, I find myself
rushing through the motions:
quick hot shower step
out get ready –
no, go slow
stay under the
pelting hot shoots of
water that feel so
good smashing down on my
cold tired skin.
I’m home alone
and it’s raining
but I’ll leave my
washed hair wet
‘cause I hate drying it
and there’s no one here to see it.
I’ll go for coffee
and buy magnesium (for sleep)
and eat daal for dinner and
daal for lunch and
no one will complain, because
no one is here.