Today is a demons day
Befriend them, I said not long ago.
Why not? They’re everywhere around me.
sitting with me,
squishing me into my chair
until I can’t breathe.
My but they are comfortable though!
I have been feeding them so well —
they are fattened,
They lounge, while I squirm.
They chuckle at my inconsequential efforts to shake them off of me.
I push, and they giggle.
As I write,
Subtly, the weight shifts.
The heavy mass, the volume,
the block —
The lightness is staggering in its absence.
I am breathless with it.
Where was all this freedom moments ago?
And how do I have the grace
to be able to feel it now?