The Effects Of Gravity Poem by Cody LeVon

When I imagined what weightlessness
would be like;
antigravity.
I thought
my body would be filled like an
empty bottle; airy and hollowed.
Leaving me feeling satisfied,
like one of those
tiny
little, after dinner mints.

But air sits still, and permits a sense of
heaviness. A thickness;
a stale
overwhelming concern that
I
can
not
move.

Floating with each step,
fumbling and
hopping, and
trying
my best
to stand.
I remember that my problems;
despite the
lack
of atmosphere,
still
are
just
as
heavy
up here.