098 The Long Con
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bedtime fixed
wake time fixed
no sainthood
no self-improvement
no moral arc here
i am extending playtime
every hour saved
gathers interest
in some future version of me
old enough
to order dessert
without checking the price
i arrived late
fine
i'll take the long con
steady pulse
soft blanket
pleasures withdrawn slowly
with interest
the world counts steps
like prayers
to the sidewalk god
my knees
did not consent
cartilage is currency
spend it where it sings
i am saving my joints
for doors worth opening
for stairs that lead to broth
for alleys smelling like butter
not for the kitchen
where good ingredients
become evidence
that dinner
needed a professional
some things ripen better
in a stranger's care
then the plate lands
steam rises
and the whole room
reaches consensus
worth it
at the tip of my tongue
the math goes quiet
so this is what the work was for
not bad
not bad at all
somewhere between the nap
the saved knee
and the first bite
the world
may leave a message
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