marionette

awake
too early
all the day's air
already
deflated

gasp
gulp &
sob somehow

simultaneously

can't tear
this wretched
head from
a hot bed

hollowness
too heavy
to move or
move on or
move away

& i just want to
move again
with purpose
move like
moving matters

but i fight myself
to my feet
for the day
anyway

tie slow
strings for
these marionette
motions

wooden
painted limbs
clatter & clamber
with external
purpose

an act of
movement
the farce
of mo(u)rning

routine