Half-Life Poem by Alexandra Reiss

I don’t know where the time goes, how many days has it been since I’ve been outside? How long since I’ve left my bed? There are just so many things
that need to be done. That I need to –
Take-out cartons litter what was once the floor. Even if I did get up, I would have to pick my way through the debris, minesweeping on a battlefield. I make this sacrifice only to feed the cat. Vomit. Take an aspirin.
A hundred missed calls on my phone, I don’t even check email. It all seems so –
There aren’t even sheets on my bed, just that blanket that the cat likes. And everything smells the same, like –
I wonder if I got on my knees and prayed to God if-