Lizzy Burnam 🐞

As stuck as ever

I only imagine Sisyphus bored. 

It’s raining again. 
It’ll rain all week, the weatherman says. 

I imagine the weatherman bored, too.

The whole sky is gray and globular 
like paper pulp. 

I lay awake in bed and listen 
to the man in the upstairs apartment 
stumble, then snore.