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.

Clutter

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.