Listen, it’s not what you think. No, really, listen.
It’s odd the way silence lectures me: You spend
too much time alone. Quiet is good, but movement
will help. Try baking something, maybe walk up
and down the steps. You can recover
from a fall. Just get yourself off the floor.
Playing with the dogs will be good for you.
Playing with the dogs will make them happy.
Try cooking dinner. Write something.
Exert yourself; it will help. You can’t need
to rest this soon. Your legs will be better;
just work them harder. A few years ago,
I had no idea what it meant to walk.
I swayed, ass sliding smoothly from side
to side, come hither written on every move.