enthusiasms in decline
or already dead

motivations lacking
or never-were

faltering footprints of self-pity
give way to immobilization

boot straps — broken nubs…

curled up, knees to forehead
sunken cheeks, cool to the touch
eyes a-glaze…
covers in a heap, empty side of the room
noon whistles blasts
the requisite three and a half minutes

yes, covid is a thing
but, girl, you’ve got to
pull yourself together