It’s been so long since I’ve been this tired.
This shaky, breathless, boneless tired,
that comes from easy Sunday mornings,
and uneventful Sunday evenings,
spent rug burning both elbows and knees.
It’s been so long since I’ve been this weak.
This afterglowing, warmness weak,
that comes from sheets pooled by bed corners,
and bellies aching from tickles, laughter,
spent, wide open and vulnerable hereafter.