i've quit, almost
it is times like these when no one is home, when everyone is in class or at work or driving with the windows down to pittsboro, when esther is upstairs sleeping until 5, when i am here by myself and not wanting to do one more load of laundry or wash everyone else's dishes or pick up the beer cans which reappear every morning, wondering how alicia stands to be the mother of this house when i can't even do it for an hour, it's these times when i'm clinging my various distractions, wanting anything but chaucer or some beautiful and concise history, it is times like these when the porch could swallow me whole but cigarettes mean nothing to me now, do they, so what use have i for the porch in times like these? someone anyone tell me what am i to do with myself in times like these!