being fully alone does something
to my spirits
they are high but slanted
I sing and
like it
I don’t wear underwear
play languidly
there is something I haven’t told or
written rather
which is that I wanna cook outside
I want 360 windows
I am so tortured by the setting sun
each day
I can’t wait to just stand there
I mean I can’t stand there
I go into the kitchen
