Tell me you’ve never felt this way! 🙂


The chocolate sits beside me on the couch

like a friend

it offers commiseration to my brittle feelings

The computer lounges to one side,

containing all my imaginary friends

(our viscous discussions stretch and pull my mind)


The dog lies stiffly disgruntled

speaking her disgust

with her eyes and her moans

je veux faire une promenade“.


But I

sit unproductive, sinking into my secondhand couch

whose aged springs support me unevenly,

and I consume my chocolate

and don’t go for a walk,

and think about the chocolate I shouldn’t consume

and the walk I should take.