Phase Two

Sometimes, now,
I leave the house with no plan
And I wander about
Looking objectively scruffy, though human

And I might buy a second-hand book
And just read it—just simply sit
And read it—and have nothing riding over me
No other story keeping me away

And then I might eat something greasy—
So very unhealthy, but O well—
And that’ll be it
Like I was there all along.