by allisonkujiraoka

When all I ever want to do is jump ahead
I hesitate now in baby steps.
Cherry blossoms invite me into spring
while this electric blanket clings.

Why do the minutes tick forward
as I recline, sink into this repose?

I’ve got bags to unpack
and mail in stacks
and people to write back.

I’ve got lonely shelves
and a weary self.
I open the empty fridge–
gotta feed something to the kids.

I try to trick my biorhythms
but collapse into bodily limits.