afternoon sun falls through
the cracks in the walls,
falls along the floor where
aimess specks of dust laze
in the heat and I lie
across my bed sweat
covering my sheets and
every so often I’ll drag
my old and weary body over
the floorboards and sip
from my water dispenser
and worry worry so much
about the day it finally
dries up but deep down
I know that I will
probably have already
crawled into the darkest
recesses of my bed’s underside
long before and that gives
me a little comfort,
sitting here on my mat
in the heat, dust settling
on my hair as I wonder what
I could possibly do next.