My life as it is now

My stomach is lined with unseen grease.
every time I enter the house, and I hear that sound
of sizzling oil, that I should probably appreciate;
small wrongly nourished babies try to kick it away.

It seems people are unable to walk down
this hilly road that lies in front of my house;
they only plod;
keeping me from and leading me
to blissful dreams
about horses.

Every time I attempt
to pour this bucket
of less than room
temperatured water
over my comfortably
body temperatured
Nakedness;
In this all-purpose pila
Wash-shed;
I wait, and stare and think
that in the waiting, staring and thinking,
the water may in fact miraculously
heat.

Ahh, lastima…
it doesn’t,
and eventually;
I count to ten
or take myself to my happy place
and let go;
shivering in shock
and unforeseen refreshment.

I like how I can buy a newspaper
and know that it will be jointly
read by the whole office;
all communal curiosities quenched
for less than 30 cents.