I simmer with the feverish seediness
of someone who’s gone back to bed
in all their clothes,
way under the weather.
I am crumpled and greasy
as a soiled napkin
after takeaway pizza.
undead with sleeplessness,
a sick heaviness in my head,
my mind leaden and blank,
despair coiled in my intestines
like a snare laid by some malevolent god.