off day: the time you get in-between two jobs
my legs are sore from
dancing the night before
i forgot to charge my phone
and i know i’ll find my wallet later
i wake up to the sound of my cat
rummaging around my room
(only to return to lay at my feet in boredom)
instead of
a familiar and unwelcome alarm
i could workout if i wanted to
maybe go to the grocery
i’m sure i’m out of something i need
i could crochet
or read the new book i got
make myself some coffee
(instead of the the customers i see daily)
there’s so many possibilities
and so little time
on my day off
This poem resonates with me. Working crazy hours, whether at one job or between two, makes it so hard to get everything else done. Thank you for writing about this.