i feel like melted cherry gelatin
pooling from a plastic cup
on a july day.

i am going to disappear.
anything worth saying
will merritt phone calls.
not text messages.
not status updates.
not e-mails.

i will save my breath,
my thoughts.
Until they are something
worthy of a share.

i am inundated with junk mail,
piles of unsorted dirty laundry,
containers of moldy food within
the dark beyonds of the refrigerator.

i am surmounted by 23 years of apathy.

i am unconcerned,
uninspired,
unyieldingly exhausted
today.

tomorrow i will awaken,
remember my day's responsibilities,
feel slightly more than empty,
put my feet on the ground,
grunt
and then
go on with my day.

i just want to fit somewhere.