2010/03/03 Penultimate Fatigue Poem by Margaret Alice

Been sitting with eyes closed for an
age now, cannot concentrate, fatigue
sinking into my bones and nervous
system, too tired to breathe, too tired
to think, must be penultimate fatigue

A snake in my stomach, ears zinging
too tired to offer apologies for being
ill, Abraham recommending imagine
feeling healthy, all I imagine is being
dead, finally laid to rest

Not saying anything to prevent questions
and comment, impossible advice how to
organise my life living with the allergy
yesterday’s seasoning and bread have
a terrible effect, can’t hold up my head

Wish some force straight from a conspi-
racy theory would vaporize my over-
zealous colleague typing madly in icy
accusation against my inacitivity,
feels like I’m turning into lead...