h e â v i e d

knowing the end has no end
and feeling the Becket of my ache
the closet that is now my world squeezes yet more from me
a list of duties coagulate 
stick inside my ribs
my breathing heâvied by it as it grows
longer and varied
of errands, and anticipated delights
of learning special skills which are of need
like shiatsu, and the pressing of fine clothes
oral servitude for hours on end
and cyber skills galore

-poetrician