at home, i brew coffee, i read a book...Mature

At home, I brew coffee.  I read a book.
I flip through the channels and I take two showers.
I make an elaborate dinner.  I paint my nails,
the walls, a moment of dusk where the sky has turned
into a blaze, spreading like wildfire through the clouds.
I measure time in crumpled up newspapers,
spent packs of cigarettes, and how many times I’ve
re-watched all my favorite movies.  I am filling time
but it is leaving me hollow and tomorrow is a new day,
a new hole to be filled until I can finally stop waiting here.

The End

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