South to Solitude

Selecting carefully among the foods
available amid voracious kids,
and co-existing with some attitudes
delusional and maybe on the skids,
no discontent or hot complaint intrudes.
I move and sleep enough. What here forbids,
forestalls, or forms will end in half a day,
when I’m at home and primed for solo play.

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