i love living alone
i have tons of space
i can leave the toilet seat up
after i pee
i can furnish rooms as I please
(or just say “fuck furniture”)
i can have only one light on
in the whole house
i get all of the fridge
and cupboard space to myself
i only have to turn on
the ac or heat
for the animals
i can walk around with no pants on
(actually, that wasn’t ever a problem)
i can have guests over
i have no leftover dirty dishes
i can eat top ramen
and otter pops again
i can snore
and not feel self-conscious
i have nobody else’s soap
or razor
or toothbrush
taking up precious
bathroom real estate
or phone charging cable
to think about
and i can masturbate
at will
then again…
i hate living alone
i pay all of the rent
and bills
i have to sleep alone
when i’m feeling down
i have to clean the cat litter box alone
i have to take care of myself
when i get sick
i have to watch Netflix alone
i have no one to sing with
i have no one to share
awful, inappropriate jokes with
after a long, shitty day
i have to take care of the dogs alone
i have to wash the bedding alone
and scrub the tub, sinks and toilet alone
and avoid trick or treaters
on halloween alone
and listen to neighborhood
gunshots alone
and stare at my phone
alone
10/12/23
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