Day 190 – Sloth

I know exactly what’s wrong with
the unregulated swamp that is
my body on vacation– my blood
is a carbonated beverage, I’m storing
pizza dough in my gut for a rainy day,
and I’m exhausted from so much
rest and relaxation.
This is the descent into sloth
that I keep on choosing,
the only way out is up
but they’ve got me trapped when
water tastes like endless work
without a paycheck.