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What do I do In my spare time? A simple enough question, Words to find common ground Between two people New to each other. My shift screws me up, So I am up too early. I make French toast And drink a beer, Because I can. I take a little nap-- Well, two hours laying there awake, Pondering. I will forage for more food, And discover leftover mac and cheese. I will eat it cold. It's 11AM and I Order a pizza because They will deliver diet coke, And I want Diet coke. This is my only day off And mindlessly scrolling Facebook Isn't exactly relishing the day. I feel guilty because I don't have an answer to her Simple question. I eat the pizza and Save the diet coke for tonight, Then go back to bed-- Oh my God I am stuffed-- Until the waves of fullness leave. It's 3:00. And I have squandered the morning Of my only day off. Back to Facebook. Maybe play some tunes on YouTube, Worrying about the next song I will play as opposed to Taking in the song that is on now. I play the same group of songs Over and over and over, Day by day. I still haven't answered your question: What do I do in my spare time? Well this is embarrassing. I want to say, I walked that trail I discovered during my last picnic. The trail that leads to a rock I would have ascended 25 years ago, On top, glowing in the sun beams, Feeling like a goddess. But that wouldn't be an authentic answer, Would it? I call my son, my daughter, my best friend, My Dad is the only one to pick up, And he is on the golf course. And I wish I had something-- Golf, backpack, paint. Breath life in all it's beauty, Wonder what it is to be truly alive In my own skin. I write about my self-imposed loneliness In my journal. It's 5:00. After all that pizza, I would throw up dinner. A shower? It might help. I efficiently lather up to save water, but I rinse longer than usual, Just stand there letting the cool water Rinse off self pity. Still, What do I do in my spare time? Deliberately, I put on clean clothes. I had planned on the sweaty ones from yesterday. Less laundry. It is already 7:00, but At least I am clean, And I look presentable. I pour myself a glass of Diet Coke In a new mug-- Celebratory that even in my funk, I look pretty good now. I put on my old watch, Only to discover the band if falling apart. I feel like going to Walmart for a watch, And do something today! I can now answer her question, "what do you like to do In your spare time?" Shopping. I love shopping.
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
Spare time
What do I do In my spare time? A simple enough question, Words to find common ground Between two people New to each other. My shift screws me up, So I am up too early. I make French toast And drink a beer, Because I can. I take a little nap-- Well, two hours laying there awake, Pondering. I will forage for more food, And discover leftover mac and cheese. I will eat it cold. It's 11AM and I Order a pizza because They will deliver diet coke, And I want Diet coke. This is my only day off And mindlessly scrolling Facebook Isn't exactly relishing the day. I feel guilty because I don't have an answer to her Simple question. I eat the pizza and Save the diet coke for tonight, Then go back to bed-- Oh my God I am stuffed-- Until the waves of fullness leave. It's 3:00. And I have squandered the morning Of my only day off. Back to Facebook. Maybe play some tunes on YouTube, Worrying about the next song I will play as opposed to Taking in the song that is on now. I play the same group of songs Over and over and over, Day by day. I still haven't answered your question: What do I do in my spare time? Well this is embarrassing. I want to say, I walked that trail I discovered during my last picnic. The trail that leads to a rock I would have ascended 25 years ago, On top, glowing in the sun beams, Feeling like a goddess. But that wouldn't be an authentic answer, Would it? I call my son, my daughter, my best friend, My Dad is the only one to pick up, And he is on the golf course. And I wish I had something-- Golf, backpack, paint. Breath life in all it's beauty, Wonder what it is to be truly alive In my own skin. I write about my self-imposed loneliness In my journal. It's 5:00. After all that pizza, I would throw up dinner. A shower? It might help. I efficiently lather up to save water, but I rinse longer than usual, Just stand there letting the cool water Rinse off self pity. Still, What do I do in my spare time? Deliberately, I put on clean clothes. I had planned on the sweaty ones from yesterday. Less laundry. It is already 7:00, but At least I am clean, And I look presentable. I pour myself a glass of Diet Coke In a new mug-- Celebratory that even in my funk, I look pretty good now. I put on my old watch, Only to discover the band if falling apart. I feel like going to Walmart for a watch, And do something today! I can now answer her question, "what do you like to do In your spare time?" Shopping. I love shopping.
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rachael-keeney
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
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