House Arrest 29 (Agoraphobia)

House Arrest

I used to claim “When I’m asleep I want
to stay asleep, and when I am awake
I like to linger in that state.” I’d flaunt
it like acknowledged truth. I’d even make
an ode to praise inertia’s steady touch.
But was that accurate? Did I resist
the change from consciousness to sleep so much,
or was that affectation’s witty twist?

I think of this while noticing how shy
I’m feeling lately. Though I rarely see
a person IRL, I’m back to my
agoraphobic thoughts. At 23
I self-prescribed a job took me outside
my home. Now I’m back in, I start to slide.

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