What you ought to be doing, but, aren't (Sunday Night)

1. Making fliers for the presentation of your poetry reading.

2. Reading Into the Wild, Monk, and Love's Labours Lost.

3. Writing a poem on the circumstance of winds, east.

4. Telling "the Man" that having a job is getting in the way of your priorities of existence.

5. Listening to "Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis" by Tom Waits, as an occasion of the season passing.

6. Getting your glasses fixed, so as to have a proper set of lenses to observe the world through.

7. Writing about resignation, in general.

8. Inscribing, somewhere on a part of one of the walls in your bedroom, nonchalantly, a letter written to the next resident to occupy the space.

9. Telling them you're ready for anything else, and not apologizing for it.

10. Finishing poem addressed to Man started on your chalkboard which reads:

"On the absurdity
of masculinity,
I have yet to
figure out who
I am, so I'll
sing my sad
songs loud
enough for us
to drown out
the noise of
one another."