no comb

you should not be working
on Saturday.
the day after Christmas.
and you're late
already
to the empty house that
wants paint,
wants paper,
wants color and life
instilled into its new
cold bones.
you'll get there when
you get there. soon.
first
there's coffee, there's
a shower,
the brushing of teeth,
a comb.
no. no comb. the time
you've saved there is
enormous.