SWEATPANTS

If I had six days left to live
I’d live them wearing sweatpants,
alone and with television.
I’d soak up all the Frazier
I’d missed out on growing up.
Jack Daniels, Boh, Chicken Tenders
my pallbearers to the end.
I forgive the world
as the sky dark-browns
on the window’s unknown side.
Do you know me, Lord?
Have you listened to my silence?
I’m so alone it’s beautiful,
unknown, unloved, unreal, but real. Tim Paggi is a poet and performer living in Johnston Square. His book of poems “Workforced” (2015) received the Plork award for Writing and Design from the University of Baltimore.

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