An attempt to describe my state in the evenings of the last 3 weeks-ish.
The Last Three Weeks
On the overstuffed faux-suede couch I sit,
feet propped on a TJ Maxx ottoman
Bangles slowly rubbed off by a Doog-dog with an itchy face.
A testament to the wearing of time:
Baubles broken and missing, padding dimpled and thinning,
Stains that appear from a long forgotten. . .something.
I scratch my eye,
pollen smoldering on the air,
lids heavy with another long day.
And here, trying to make sense
of all life requires
for business, for government, for fun
Muscles ache for trying -
neuronal transmissions slowing to alpha,
begging my waking brain
for theta slumber
to go dark and unconscious
and then wake to do it all again.