Midday Funk

I was trying to write while I had a few moments after lunch. I had to skip my walk today and had little energy. So,…the result.

midday funk
after lunch
chicken slices
hit the spot
and now
I sit
on my butt
staring
at the screen
searching
for what?
nothing matters
after lunch
midday funk

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