i don’t fit in here

day forty-one in this house

it could be better

it could be tulips

it could be the longest ride

or the furthest drive

it could be a hike

or getting up before noon

or saying thank you

it could be a plan

a plan, for once, that’s not mine

without complaining

it could be me, free.

sewing patterns, riding bikes,

walking my puppy

or someone knowing

the hard work to make this work

that i always do

instead, i’m a nag

i’m a demon, i’m a bitch

i won’t leave them be

i won’t leave them be

when all they do is leave me

for forty-one days

if i lived alone

i could do what i wanted

(always moving, me)

no one would question

no one would complain, name-call,

or outright ignore

it would just be me

cross-stitching my way through days

one peace at a time