inertia

my home comes from your home
you let me in & trick me out
i hope i am not trauma tised
at least once a day it happens.

if your bones make my bones—
c’mon, into the fishbowl you
go. it’s not so easy, this sleeping.
poetry is nothing doing.

doing nothing can be easy
if you suck air from out of an
exhaust pipe. the bathtub,
the fireplace, the microwave—

at least once a day it happens.