Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Solace

The kitchen's clean
cuz that's how I left it.
What's that I hear?
Oh it's silence,
no foreign music or tv buzz
cuz that's how I want it.
No trash or cleaning schedules
Unwanted visitation
My stuff is where I put it
Conversations are never
obligatory and unilateral.
The best thing of all is
when I try to go to sleep
the bed next door
doesn't squeak.
Living in my own space...
I could get used to this.

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