i recently wrote a poem

about wanting to have peace

total peace

with no dogs barking

or cars honking

or loud commercials

or people on speaker phones

etc etc

and all i want

is a book, Bach, a fire,

and my own goddam farts

and i got some questions

about why i kept the farts in

the poem

and the reason is

tonight

my wife had dinner plans

and i stayed home

so i put on Bach

and grabbed a book

and lit a fire

and it felt nice

but it wasn’t until

i cut a fart

and chuckled at myself

that i knew

i was truly alone

and free