Sunday Night Tv, Lying On Your Lap Poem by Margaret Alice

Sunday night TV,
lying on your lap
I don’t want to
wash dishes; Seth
says we are consciousness
living many lives at once;
I wish another self
would appear to
wash dishes for me

Maybe there is a
domestic counterpart
of me somewhere; time
is not consecutive;
Seth claims everything
happens all at once –
another me is
in existence

Right now…
could conceivably
come and take
care of all the
tasks I detest!