You can find me curled
bathed to a bright pink
a lobster. Pleased dog
with a sausage link
-nicked. I am a purring
cat made soft by catnip.
A boy quietly reading
meant to sleep.
I command my diaphragm.
I’m trying to keep it in check.
I try so hard to lessen my senses
that wax blocks my aural canal
I’m deaf for the night.
Picture me floating in space.
You can find me breathing
peering from behind glass
concentrating on my air supply
essentially canned.
I am vacuum sealed.
Try to relax
count the items on your shelf
tucked into your yellow bed
try to look after yourself.
postscript:
Idling is an art, anyone can do
nothing. But to excel in relaxation
is to fail to achieve and feel no shame.