I must confess.
I spend so much time
when in fact what I’d like to do
more than anything
is lie in bed and watch TV.
And with the windows open
and a warm wind
making the curtains
billow once in a while
have someone beautiful
bring me fried chicken, (and some napkins)
a pitcher of iced tea, and a tall glass.
Then, with a drumstick in one hand
and a remote in the other
I will prop my head up on a pillow
and watch the entire Sopranos series
from the first episode until the last.