On a Friday afternoon
you should be
contemplating the meaning of existence
while
noticing the gold speckles in a
not quite stranger’s
green eyes
or
you should be
sifting flour into a canyon of eggs and sugar and cinnamon and baking soda
while
your best friend
(of the moment)
tells you about
her day
or
you should be
planning for a party, deciding who is worth your invitation, as you are queen of the moment
while
your group of friends
chooses your outfit
or
you should be
driving away, as far away as you can get from this city of monotony and ill intentions
while
you ignore the calls
on your phone
you should not be
alone

trying to distract yourself from 

yourself.