The beginning
is always the same
crumpled
brittle
wondering
why I traded my bed
for this hard
floor.
Perhaps
if I just sleep
the others will marvel
at my stillness.
But I’m not bold enough
to fake it
so I stand up
my legs are starchy
stubborn
wrists wobble
I jump forward
gravity
chuckles.
Then it happens
suddenly
the clunkiness
is swallowed
by my breath
my unyielding joints
forgive
I am warm
long
elastic
light.
Class is over
I am melted
asleep on the floor
such a perfect
bed.