Departure

Things fall away. First it was brushing my hair, then owning a television,  designer clothes, then expensive cosmetics, the proper job, washing my hair, then milk and dairy, the ten-year relationship, the lovers that left me, the tax bracket income, the pension contributions, Tantra, savings, my UK home, the willingness to be in challenging relationships or to be a well-behaved citizen. Not all of the departures were difficult; often, the desires left me. I spent the money on flights and freedom from the corporate machine. I’m not sure life became simpler or more ethical. I’m still holding on to coffee and lip salve, the lasting vices.