Can’t be still.
Pacing, thinking, crying.
Fidgeting with the TV remote.
Banging my outdated cellphone in the palm of my hand
Hoping to stop the terrible noises it makes.
Crepe mrytle bushes stare at me through the window
Daring me to enjoy their blooms.
Red birds laugh as I curse their flight
While reminding me of my housebound status.
More pacing
More thinking
To sleep would be relief
To die would be redemption.