Friday


The kids do not screech their fights
Asking me to come in between
My thoughts are my own
The smell of coffee, sometimes of gin
And cigarette, my own.
I consciously turn on the exhaust.

I turn the music on
Glad to have silence from nickelodeon or Disney
I pour the gin and
Think about my friends
Wonder are they feeling the same

I itch to text or call someone
To share this moment with
I turn on the computer
People are online

We share secrets and intimacies on the net
And banter
Talk about decades past
Maybe for a moment
As we relive yesterday

And address today
As we discuss the past based on who we are now

I listen to the kitchen sink drama
And I relate

I feel like it’s Friday

Comments

Beach Bum said…
Don't you just love moments like those? I wish everyday could be like that. Again, I'm beginning to feel the urge to run away, go someplace where I could just sit down and read a good book in solitude...some place where there are no deadlines and endless things to do.

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