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.