the guilt free day

it's a guilt free day.

maybe

we curse like a drunken

sailor

when alone

and watching the news,

or open

up a bag of chips and eat

until there's no

more left.

maybe we eat

an entire pie

in one sitting, or

watch an erotic movie

alone,

or use

the telescope to see

what people are up

to in the high rise

down

the road.

maybe we take out

the tequila bottle 

hidden under

the kitchen sink

then have three

margaritas

in a row.

we secretly light a cigarette

after quitting,

and don't

open

a window.

we don't floss or do

a single

sit up the whole day long.

maybe we put our feet

on the coffee table

with our muddy

boots on,

or leave the seat down

when we have to go.

or perhaps

we don't answer the door

when the neighbor

knocks frantically

asking if we're home.

perhaps

we walk around in our

underwear

and socks

all day long

and burp as loud as

we can

for no reason at all.

we crush spiders and bugs

with our shoes,

or cell phone

against

the window.

yes.

there's a side to all of us

that

we don't want

others to know.