Getting the house to myself
is rare rare rare.
Sometimes,
I like to get fired
just so I can have the time
in front of the TV
– or alone in the bathroom
with no one else seeking entry
– or just the chance to hear my own thoughts
(which usually involves experimental forms
of masturbation).

Of course,
it never lasts:
I always get a new job too quickly
– because I’m so employable –
and the only time I have in my house
is shared…
with my family
whom I love
despite my inability
to come up with any reasons.

A few minutes of silence
is sometimes
something to die for.
(Sidewalk Open Mic Challenge)