I have sat
And I have lain
And I have wallowed
And I have stretched 
Upon this couch
On this porch
Where I have heard children shriek on the other side of the fence
And sprinklers hiss and spit like snakes
And trains clatter and roar to their next destination 
And watched 
From this perch a few feet above earthworms
Tornadoes rip apart lives
Less than three miles away
And bugs fry on the blue light 
Just there
And I have sweated directly underneath this fan
Guzzling beer
But it was worth it 
Just to sit and be at peace
But this weekend 
I have been wadded in a blanket 
In the early hours
And it was perfection
With my red wine and book 
As the night got deeper
And now
On my last night
I write this poem
And wonder why people need TVs