an object in motion stays in motion
that's what I tell myself as I run through task after task data entry research dishes laundry readings I'm just a wheel that got pushed so I'll roll
until I run into something with equal and opposite force:
a funeral, probably, or something equally terrible and finite.
the truth is, I'm not rolling along by chance. not moving because something set me in motion, because something else has yet to stop me.
this year has swelled up around me like a tidal wave and I'm swimming, moving because I have to, like a mako shark, a great white
because if I stop, I'll drown