route

i argue
for an hour or two
to wake up
get out of bed
take a shower
eat
leave by a specific mark in time.
i warm the car
travel the same streets
locked in a pattern
battle morning personalities
rushing to nowhere special.
in the office
i make lemonade
a life sized board game
filled with humor and tragedy.
home again
my stomach passes a note to brain
imagination tells me what to eat.
negotiation and reconciliation
lasts a microsecond
then another routine begins.
in the meantime
i play in the silence
i play in my head
think of ways to create
new routines
to fight the boredom of
current routines.