The tale of my solitary life

The tale of my solitary life

is told in meals eaten

at the kitchen counter,

sometimes off the cutting board

Single serve containers of

left overs in my freezer

How does one cook

dinner for one

The half bottle of red

in the door of the fridge

only good for a stew now

Always navigating the

the best before date

usually extending beyond it

because it is after all

just a suggestion

There are the tales of my solitary life


As is the decandence

of doing as I please

Basking undisturbed in the

peaceful silence that I treasure so

Or a kitchen dance party

with my favourite song on repeat

A schedule defined only

by my own needs and wants

Skipping dinner altogether

or indulging in a lavish splurge

Whatever I choose

Is mine to be had

These are the tales of my solitary life

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