It’s a little sloppy outside today
And a lot of sloppy in
I can’t get out of bed
Reading Ursela Le Guin
There’s a dusting in the yard
And the squirrels are freaking out
It feels like I’m in jail
Stuck inside this house
Take me tonight I’ve been ready for so long
Take me tonight… bring it on
Considering the way it’s been this year
I guess I’m doing fine
But sometimes in some ways
I lose track of my mind
I listen to recordings of the wind
When I try and fall asleep
I know I’m having dreams
But they seems so incomplete
I need to believe I’m a person in a body
But lately I don’t know what that even means
Is there some way to reconcile this living
With all the wishing and missing
I’ve been playing solitaire on my phone
To try and calm my mind
My eyes are bugging out
And everything’s entwined
There’s a little bird outside the house
With lots of things to say
Calling me in your voice
Enticing me away
Take me tonight I’ve been ready for so long
Take me tonight… bring it on