Sunday, March 11, 2012

you know you know

You know you've begun to slip when you wear your sweatpants out of the house
At the time of the decision, it seems like a harmless idea
a good idea
The elastic waistband becomes so enticing
But once you submit to the alluring song of an elastic waistband, you know you've begun to slip

You know you've begun to slip when you piss into an empty beer bottle rather than walk the 5 feet it is to the bathroom
At the time, your body sends the impulse, and custom dictates that you react accordingly
But the beer bottles are nearby and are standing as sentinels- they talk to you, like when they commanded you to drink them, they politely ask you to fill them. You oblige
You know you've begun to slip when you listen to the callings of an empty beer bottle

You know you've begun to slip when staying awake is easier than falling asleep
It's easier to continually wallow and worry than to put your burdens to rest

Weightlessness, is that the answer
Weightlessness, maybe
as you lean back
slip your feet under the covers
you turn your face into the pillow
you've begun to slip,
you've febreezed your pillow case instead of washing it

It's been three weeks since you showered
You know you've begun to slip when you rub dish soap under your arms because you've run out of deodorant
At least you haven't slipped so far as to use organic deodorant
Thank god. Thank god you've only just begun to slip.


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