You, Me & Ennui Makes Three
I feel too young to be set in my ways
habits, habits, habits make creatures of us all.
J’ai soif, mais pour quelle raison?
Don’t I have enough? I still have the cup
To fill or to break, at my leisure.
My dreams are full of polyamory and infidelity
waking up exhausted, an IV of coffee
Laying still too briefly
I wonder idly what day it is. Wednesday.
The cat makes bread out of my chest
before I drag myself to the kitchen.
Waiting for the water to boil, I do the dishes.
Domestic bliss, a swollen face and a bum leg.
All I Want is to sit here and stare and stare and stare
through the windows at the crawling ivy
on the neighbor’s chain link fence.
To be a passive spectator, a casual observer.
Don’t make me live and be disappointed.