So now what?

I’ve been living

At Mom’s. Yes? And?



I don’t know.



The Catholic Worker

Has no lunch, no internet.

Not even my own room.


When I left the lonely

Apartment, I wouldn’t mind.

But now, I have had luxury.


My own room. My own food.

My own car. Come and go.

My own alarm, wake up, sleep

Time till noon, til 5, who cares,



I miss smiling faces.

I miss structure.

I miss waking up with a

Smiling feeling, that “Today is a day

– and a good day. One that is worth living.”

A gift.


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