Only if you’re not
the one doing the shopping,
cleaning and baking.
It’s a wonderful life
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Only if you’re not
the one doing the shopping,
cleaning and baking.
Only if you’re not
the one doing the shopping,
cleaning and baking.
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.
Tempting smells – so strong
they nearly satiate the
appetite – drift by.
They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.
If every meal
were cereal, we’d all have
more hours in the day.
I’m the kitchen air
traffic controller, and the
oven my runway.
I start out strong with
good intentions. Sit at the
computer. Day’s shot.
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.