hour,
and then i'd
need coffee,
or a show on netflix,
a new book,
a date with Elanore.
i need stuff.
things.
food, clothing. house,
cars.
i don't have a bone
of non-attachment in me.
i could never
handle a vow of silence.
i'd be whispering to some
other monk
about how the roast
needs more seasoning.
or asking if his
robe was itchy too.
i'd be staring
into my phone with
every ding.
i'd last about an hour
before they'd
kick me out,
send me tumbling down
the mountain,
out of the monastery.
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