SATURDAY MORNING

Searching for sleeper sofas, loveseats,

recipes, the weather forecast. 

Pushing the cats away.

This is my alone time.

I don’t want to talk.

I don’t want to touch anything alive.

I take a shower.

I bring out a bin of clothes 

that may or may not fit

to smell, try on, remember, imagine,

give away, put in the laundry.

This passes for self-care these days.

Probing for gratitude.