Sunday, February 28, 2016


I got a haircut
A beard trim
And I feel better for both
But I feel guilty
For spending the money
Even though I know
I am not equipped
To tend to the matters

It is not the only thing
For which I feel guilt
Staying in the shower too long
Enjoying the shower at all
Sleeping later than I normally do
Using nicer sheets
Having a finger or two of Scotch of an evening
Not working in every waking moment
Not doing more with working time

I do not do enough to deserve niceness
Even those small luxuries
Judged against the standards in which I am immured
I allow myself to have
And that circumstances facilitate
But I am too weak to divest myself of them
And that is where the shame begins

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