words flow like molasses, or
tar, stuck on my teeth.
i would chase after them but
they have nowhere to go;
they won’t get far in this
lazied moment
without direction, a
misallocation of effort.
i hoped they would run
wildly skeltered without a leash
but they sniff the air, turn
in circles, and drop to the floor.
i thought if i took a walk
it would help clear my mind
but i walked too far; it
took too long –
now i’m too tired to think
of playing fetch,
grooming your coat, speaking
discipline or encouragement.
i don’t even care if you hop
on the couch unannounced,
though
i suppose that would be fine, and we’d fall asleep and dream.
