Untitled for some reason

sometimes I would walk to the kitchen, coffee mug in hand
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen  
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
 
 
 
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind  
the rags I wear, stay on me for days  
or... till they fall apart in the end  
 
 
 
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy