Experiencing Inertia
Have I grown too accustomed
to quarantine’s day-drinking lifestyle,
or is the halting force of next week’s vacation
preemptively setting in,
or maybe it was yesterday’s full day
of back and forth forklift motion
shaking all motivation out of me
leaving me little more than a potato
planted in my suddenly super comfortable chair?
Of course, the answer doesn’t really matter
because they all mean the same thing.
I don’t feel like doing shit today.
3 thoughts on "Experiencing Inertia"
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Yes. I hear you. Exactly. Good poem.
Our confinements create a new way of being. Very sure i don’t like it, and your poem convinces me I don’t have to.
The older you get, the more days like that you’ll have. Well said.