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My New Roommate Lethargy moves me: amusing my morning with its tumbling wit, it slow twangs my heartstrings, sells heft to my feet. When the shower cools to tepid, it is lethargy that tricks my prickled skin to warmth, slowing the flow to flatten a final sud. Lethargy boosts me as I wait for my toast. Lethargy thrills me! It snaps back my head with an irreverant shout, it wrinkles my shirts, it unwinds my curls, it spins the lazy susan an extra degree to dizzy me with snippets of marmalade and salt! Lethargy is my biggest fan-- it cheers my path with roadblocks, disorienting my chi. It is by my side at parties, seeking a seat that's free. It whispers its will at artshows, nudging me toward the door. Ahhhhhh, Lethargy. It moves me. It cools my supper, it sings me to sleep, it darkens my dreams with vertiginous sheep. Lethargy has moved in-- a seat at the table, bootprints on the mat. It promises I'll meet apathy, but not for a while-- not just yet. |