Day 194: A Lazy Day

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today…

today is a lazy day.

i mean to start it this way,
and to commemorate the occasion,

i shall cease using commas.
(it’s a hard thing to do.)

i shall even leave off this dot

 

lazy days are special
because
they come so very infrequently
and usually require someone
to be hospitalized

or lost.

but the best lazy days
are those without peril.

when you can notice the strange things
we do without a clock
and amuse yourself with the absurdity
of our regular rushed rituals

aren’t we funny?

 

on lazy days
like this

i don’t take my vitamins.
the bottles are too heavy.

i watch cold flies expend their energy
charging chilled windows in hopes of escape.
you know they’d freeze out there, don’t you?
they don’t know.
they must not know.

on lazy days
like this

i look at my sock drawer, but i don’t organize it.
if my waistline feels tight, i stretch and resize it.

i tickle the ivories, but i don’t play a tune.
i refuse to be outed of bed too soon.

i drink tea over coffee.
i take all the make-up off me.

i look at the sunrise and then i lay back down.
i dig through old pictures whilst in my red nightgown.

i start books i won’t finish.
i let duty diminish.

i strip my psyche of leftover strife.
i chop my chicken with a pairing knife.

(the chef’s knife is dirty
and i don’t do dishes ‘till after 2:30)

 

i choose not to rhyme.

well.

not every line.

 

it’s the middle of the day but i endlessly dream.
lazy’s not boring as it apparently seems.

 

lazy days
are the only days
you move so slow
that the world cannot chase you.

it doesn’t want to.

it gets too annoyed
with your pace
(or lack thereof)
and leaves you

with a sigh

like a deflated chum on a playground:
upset and dismayed
that you wouldn’t just play
by the rules.

 

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