Steve Orth
The Joys of Flying A Kite
I’m having a pretty good day,
doing my thing, chillin’ out.
Was supposed to work on my resume
but I’m actually putting that on hold
for the time being.
Instead I’ve been
thinking about getting a hobby,
like woodworking or kite flying;
I’m sort of leaning towards
kite flying
as I don’t own any wood
and don’t have access to wood.
Also I live in a really small studio
apartment and I don’t think there would be room
for a table saw, which I understand
is an essential tool for a woodworker.
I guess I could get a small-ish
table saw. Sure, that could work.
That’s a great idea actually.
But you know what, there’s another concern.
I worry by using a table saw
in my studio that
and there would be saw dust all over
the apartment,
and all over my bed and
I worry if I got intimate with a person
to the point where we would be
in my bed,
ready to, you know, bone down,
I worry they would be turned off
if there was a large amount of saw dust in the bed.
Actually, they’d probably be turned off before
that, like when they notice the table saw in the studio,
but would they be turned on
by all the handmaid furniture?
I can see that. But also
would there be any room
for handmade furniture
if there was a table saw in my studio?
I got get one of those measuring tape things
to figure this out.
Because I also have to have my couch, several lamps,
my tv stand (which could be homemade),
my lamps, my couch, and my bed,
which is where ideally, my lover and I would
bone down.
I guess we could also bone down on the couch.
Which is pretty kinky. What I could do is
I could cover the couch with a tarp,
like one of those blue tarps,
when I’m working on the wood.
And then when I’m not working on the wood,
I could take the blue tarp off,
fold it up, put it away.
And sit on the couch, have my lover join me on the couch.
And we can Netflix and chill right there,
right on the couch.
We could watch Bridgerton, and that
would most definitely lead to love making.
But if they wanted to stay the night,
should I just be open and honest, should
I say, “sorry, you have to go home,
I make handmade furniture, and my bed
is covered in saw dust.” And then I’d have the
place to myself, which is kind of nice,
to have some alone time. Time to reflect
on life and philosophy and death and woodworking.
But then I would still be sleeping
on a bed covered in freaking saw dust.
I guess, I could also get a second tarp for the bed.
Or you know,
I could just go fly a kite.