lying in bed all day, wondering what my
next move might be, twitching on occasion,
dozing off, waking abruptly, the happiness
of what i’ve been forgetting on purpose, won
dering why i’m reading such somber verses
versus watching the news, what a choice!
oh, if only the world were filled with a
few fantastic choices. i make the decisions,
this is my choice, trying not to laugh, not
letting the door hit my butt on the way out,
the way out? lying in bed all day i did say,
choosing this, strategizing isn’t in the stars, i
imagine, this maze i could make my way thru
is all that i have left of me and my material.
