Pants, they are sticking to my legs
Heavy shirt weighing me down
Vigorous eating a gravitational pull
Swelling coffee roaster
Unlit fire
Cold beverage
A stool slouch
A nap impending
With a damp bike ride between the pillow and me
Yawn
Sigh
Throat clearing
Bleary eyes
Back to the drizzle?
Where else.
For the feeling of closing my eyes
And resting my body
Naked and dryer
Warming and horizontal
Is worth the cost
Of a cross-town roll
Lazily constructed
Out of gravity and hesitating muscles
Lulling toward a further afternoon
Roman Ryan 