It isn't yet evening;
but to you, the hour feels thick
and inevitable, like evening.
Weren't you going to leave the house?
Groceries. Good bread and soup
aren't just going to show up—
at least, not nearly
quickly enough—so
as always, sooner rather than later,
you will have to choose.
Dryness.
Satiety.
Two forms of comfort.
By pining
over either, already you realize
you are losing the crux
of them both.