I will mow my lawn
in retired running shoes
and paint-stained cargo shorts
and t-shirts sweated through.
I will wear a headband
when my hair is gone
and wide-mouthed middle-schoolers
walk backwards cross my lawn.
As she sleeps on the folding chair
I will pass my wife
whose headphones (Beats™) will spare me fear
of rousing her to life
Seeing here my moment
I will seize the hour
to make a sandwich, masturbate
and linger in the shower.
–- a thought occurs –
I could take my bike, a book,
a notebook; leave my phone;
toothbrush, soap, one bag –
She wakes.
I will not leave my home.