it's not like you
to brood
to ponder too long
in a stare
of blue.
to unwant the things
you always want.
it's unlike you to sleep
in,
to stay in.
to not answer when
the phone rings.
to find no joy in the taste
of food
or a planted kiss
upon your lips.
the news bores you.
politicians
annoy you. the books and movies
seem stale
and uninviting.
the world is a slow
moving carousel
that you want
to get off. not forever,
just for a short while.
nothing drastic
like moving to Alaska,
settling
into a nice
round house of ice.
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