(from 2001, revised 2026) (c)
If I were you
I’d quit cooking—let dust rise
and film the TV screen.
I’d make friends
with the spider spinning webs
between the Bromeliad and the
window jamb.
Quit shopping.
Eat up the reserves—.
frozen peas one night,
a can of olives the next,
until only baking soda remains.
Tell your inner-authority to get
lost.
Do whatever you want on Friday
night—
read a book,
write a play about acne in fifty
parts.
rollerblade through the Living room.
Hell, clean the damn house
if that’s what you really
want!
If you let a man
into your space—
make sure he earns it.
