Boredom
The gray lull that yawns in afternoons.
The dull discomfort trickles along your scalp,
the nape of your neck,
settling around your shoulders.
A weightless yoke.
A verb problem--what to do,
this game of next, next, next suddenly
made visible, barely materialized,
a cobweb reaching one tentacle from a corner
and almost as quickly receding,
crab into dark, dark shell.
Haha, I love that. A verb problem. What a clever way to describe boredom.
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