“Critter Lethargy”

I feel like a bug in my all-white sheets,

Critters under my skin, a buzz alight on my cheeks.

I would be a stunning beekeeper, I think, 

Before the thought slips away from memory.



I wish I had meaningful little tasks to do.

Rub my hands mischievously over food, or at least 

fly drunk on rotten fruit.

Instead I lie here,



Unhelpfully,

A non-human soul trapped in lethargy.

This bed is a dust-covered leaf

And I will die paralyzed, until there is somewhere important I have to be.

Probably.

Mahika Mukherjee

Mahika Mukherjee is not a reader or a writer, but a secret third thing. She would tell you, but it is a secret after all. She ignores her Biology textbooks and crochets in her free time. You can read her musings at mahikamukherjee.com, and her evolution blog at mahikamukherjee.com/evolving-stories.

Instagram: @mahikamukherjee

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