Watching TV Every Night

I lie on my bed naked as I watch TV.

It’s okay, nobody’s watching.

I’m watching something grotty, it’s better than anything soppy.

It’s okay, nobody is watching me watching this.

Though as the action fades to black I see my own reflection.

Watching me watching this watching that naked.

And I look at my reflection and pull the covers over.

I look at my reflection and throw the remote over.

But there I am, staring right back at me.

And the only thing I long for.

Is a reflection-free TV.


The Heaviest Weight

is the absence of one.

Or when your arms are on the floor along with your intestines, because boy, you tried to carry that weight.

Whichever works for you.


I miss tripping over all those clothes piles

I miss untangled that mess of wires

I miss moving the plastic container boxes to get to my books

I miss holding my body against the door to keep it open

I miss climbing over a body to get to the shower

All that clutter, I miss it so.