Inertia
it takes over when I sit
my muscles ease from calm to sloth
I think that I could never move again
my thoughts sway
in soothing waves
the mental pictures vivid
but I'm relaxed
softly my nerves quiet
the input to my senses minimal
I sit
and slip
off the couch
onto the floor—
me, the rug,
the rug, me
barely any breath
just a little
slides through my pillowy esophagus
I'm gone
this is it
mmmmmmmmm
oh, will the earth slow down a bit?