You’re interrupting my boredom and you might make me happy. ~ Jo Helen Cox (describing someone else)

If you will leave me alone
I’ll be happy. Well, if not happy,
I’ll be content. Well, if not content,
I’ll be comfortable. Well, if not comfortable,
I’ll be free to eat as I please
or to engage in stupid computer games
or to drink or drug or be addicted to gambling
of crossword puzzles or genealogy or clutter
sufficient to fence me in but more than that
to fence you out. I hate myself
and I’m sure you hate me, too,
or pity me or make fun of me or dismiss me
and I can’t abide that so leave me alone
and I’ll be happy. Or, if not happy, at least alone
and not confronted with what I could be,
with what I could do, with who might actually believe
I could serve some purpose in life.
Leave me alone so I won’t have to know
I’m alone.