Night Life
I stumble to the wall
with a half-awake gait,
then I fumble and find
the light switch.
It's time to go
for that much-needed pee.
It happens every night
as I wish other things would, too.
Why cannot what I desire
be as inescapable?
Living alone cuts off
the possibilities of things
that once would have been probabilities.
Even inevitabilities.
(18 August 2026)
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