5/24/20

My Apartment… Continued

Have you ever propped your feet up on the coffee table, ready to

enjoy a night of nothingness?

I have.

Before I developed a fear of putting my bare feet up

on the coffee table.

I make myself write out of fear that

I will lose whatever is in the back of my mind to

an unprecedented fear that manifests itself

in the form of people passing by in

SUVs, and those walking by.

Maybe someday I should write a book, I say out of myself

after someone suggested writing a book to me,

and I told myself I couldn’t do it, because

I can only write for small episodes of time.

I feel like if I tell the truth

up there,

in my head,

I won’t ever be able to trust anyone

in the future.

But I know that I can trust myself,

so, I write without anticipating that

anyone else who I fear will

eventually read it (surprise)

and instead people I do trust, will also

instead.

So, what do you say, Sunday night?

How about a pint of Ben and Jerry’s?

while the rain drops

hit my window