Holocene Weekend

I'm supposed to do laundry

And check my email

Instead, I want to fall asleep 

And wake up in five years

Checking in on the differences time makes

Change happens slowly

A machine run by gravity alone

Despite our blur of activity

Only earth's rotation makes us different

A race of Rip Van Winkles

They're supposed to be stories

Our independent lives

Made up of conflicts and desires

A narrative of growth and learning

We spend two thirds of it asleep

And the other third in transit

End.

Drag

A complete lack of motivation

Drags

On my whole person

Like heavy rocks tying me down

End.

Indoor Creatures

We evolved to be indoor creatures

Allergies, mosquitoes, and sunlight kept us inside

Where we could struggle under the weight of nine to five for many years

Until we earned the right to stand under the sky in our soft and wrinkled old age

End.

This