much rather

oh this is tedious
this is so boring
-- my work is utterly tiresome sometimes

I fidget inside

out of sight in the next room,
waiting for a call,
casually - but blatantly -
ignored in recognition

when I'd much rather be home
where everything is simple;
where I have
pure value,
based on existence alone
and I like
the lingering scent of skin on mine
and I have
freedom to express
what I feel inside

isn't it strange how
sitting still and quietly
can be so demanding sometimes?