this week felt like…..
Loose energy juggled between three spaces:
job, book, writing,
chosen and needed responsibilities
Each inhibiting the other.
Its Tuesday and I’ve run out of time.
I’ve come home to an empty quiet place.
My body more fatigued from the second day
Of blood flown down and out.
Between burned out, stressed out, spaced out
I crave the taste of community, connection with one and all
In the moment, escape is not possible.
I resist the warmth of fantasy.
Curl up with fatigue
it’s midnight and I’m alone.
Go to sleep. Go to work. Go to the studio. Go home and sleep again.
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