Sunday Coma

Didn't cook.

clean.

sing.

Or

Do anything.

So

Did
it sting
to think that I'd done not an inch of human racing rave?

No putting up walls
or making rooms.

No new blooms

Or simmer algorhythm recipe resume

no future to hurtle

no past exhumed

didn't even

get caught

in someone's fumes.

I woke up from monday

thinking of sunday

wondering

if this was enough

to be so still

But

still...