The tv is on in the living room
I turn over
My phone glows orange
Because I switched it to night mode
As my meds dissolve inside me
The tv is on in the living room
The corner of the fitted sheet
That chronically slips
As if mocking me
Is loosening again
But I don’t bother
The tv is on in the living room
I unbend my knees
As the backs of them
Have created an unwelcome swamp
My feet take the knees’ suggestion
The arches warm and dampening
The tv is on in the living room
Sirens sob in the distance
The trolley eeks past
And the sky casts a deep violet smirk
And the tv is on in the living room