don't ruin things for me

i do like the familiar.

the same

coffee,

the same eggs over easy

with hashbrown

and bacon,

the paper on the porch.

i like

the big couch

by the window.

i like my shows,

my books,

i like

this one blanket in

particular

that i curl under when

it's time

for sleep.

i like it when i place my

fingers

on the keyboard,

creating

words on another blank page,

i am a creature

of habit,

of comfort.

don't ruin things for me,

by insisting,

that i leave the house.