Some days you just want to stay home.
Stay in bed. Order in.
Watch movies on TV and just lazy around
in pajamas.
Then you wake up more
and remember you'd better
roll up your sleeping bag
before some park rangers come
and find you.
Damn: Still homeless.
It's easy to forget
in those small moments
between waking and sleep.
Easy to feel OK for a moment.
I'll be as lazy as possible today,
but it's not the same.
I'll have to go to Safeway
to use the restroom
and get some food.
I'll have to go to the corner store
for smokes.
It's cold outside and windy,
but I'll just sit here anyway.
Too fucking tired and beat up
to make much else happen.
This is my life.
Every day.
I wish something else,
I do what I have to.
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