Sunday, September 04, 2011

The What

Like the seasonal 
fretting of birds, their
riffs of maps and plans

friends at 11:30 p.m.
earnest, affectionate
suggest car pooling

and I honest with drink,
ennui and attachment 
to the one place and time 

--that I am ever unaccompanied and by myself save the ten minutes in the morning, on the chaise  with hot honeyed water. What? 
I'm never even alone in the bathroom anymore, accompanied as I am by entreaties and questions and barging-ins--

demur, characterizing myself 
to their surprise, possible affront 
as "So not a car pool person."
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