to rest

lethargic by noon
i spend the rest of the hours
trying to mask
the remains of my yesterday

eyes and words slow as porridge
body and mind heated like a winter’s cottage
light flurries strangely, fireflies
floating amidst my vision

i lay in bed and stare at the bare ceiling
i think, i try
i try…

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