Go home and do Nothing

Closed hands as pompous as open ones

Head home to the den

Do nothing and I’m dead

Being inside to write but only after having the aftertaste of your weeks regret in my mouth

“Oh well I do this and that”

“Well I do do myself on a stack of bricks”

Make friends with the tenant of your new apartment

Sage the train, rid of the toxic vibes of the commuter

Hypnotize by the invisible predicaments

Hoping for someone to free us of ourselves

All sharing the same “I” and need to safety

Turn away everything, saying

“I deserve nothing"

“We are nobody”

Saying,

“I don’t want or need anything”

Carefully selecting what my tolerance is