about fatigue
that attracts you.
the slow
climb up the stairs,
the steam of bath water
the shedding of
clothes
down to the bone.
tossing the phone into
the air, not caring
where it lands.
there is sweet joy in being
tired, leaving the mail
on the floor,
message unanswered.
not giving a fig
about anything, but a cold
drink. a short nap.
then dinner,
then nothing with your feet
up in the air.
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