tomorrow ought to be further away


some days

you feel frozen by the future

so many things to try

and remember to do

on monday

that sunday becomes

a blur of worry

you find yourself

lost in “what if?” land

as you do the vacuuming

and try to think

of ways to spend your sunday

“just like other people do”

without leaving the house

even going so far as to

watch a DVD

but the numbness

scrapes up your body

and you know

you should’ve gone outside.