I am a turtle on a rock
A cat in a box

I am in sleep mode
waiting for a system update

My pens will not pirouette

I will avoid eye contact
with the list on the fridge

The weeds in the flower bed
will get a reprieve

This corner of the couch
has invisible straps

My spirit surrenders to a languid state

I can reach the remote
my bag of chips

I will plea to loved ones
to refill my glass