होम Alone

It's a rare occurrence these days. It's a rare day, too--a cloudy day in Tucson, the mountains shrouded in a thin gauze of haze. Gauze of haze. Hey. I haven't left the house. What to do?

Type up a few words to no one. Sit at a desk drinking a cold cup of coffee, green hoody hood pulled up over still damp hair. Wiggle toes in woolly green socks. Twirl hair in fingers and meditate on Emptiness. Make up a new rule for no reason: mascara is forbidden on Sundays.

I used to be alone often, but now, left to myself--I don't know what to do with myself.

Guess I'll go stir the compost heap.