Home Alone

Now I am home alone. What do I do when I’m home alone? I drink whiskey neat in a tiny Morroccan glass. I watch Sex and the City. I don’t wear underwear and I wear my glasses. I smoke pot and rearrange my furniture. I am suddenly siezed by urges to find pieces of paper or old photographs in my files. I find them. (My files are very well organized, all the easier for reminiscing.) All the lonely people, and aren’t they all the same? Aren’t we all drinking, smoking, searching, watching, myopic and half-naked?