Inertia of the Overworked

On the ceiling, Christmas lights,
half-lit strand and duct tape.
they're in my tea,
I can't drink it anymore.

My own tapping aching
my ear bones, balance crumbles.

Laces confuse me.
I want a pair of pink Velcro
tennis shoes and a leotard,
stirrup pants (something
utterly spandex),

a twirling-skirt
for me and the bathroom
mirror to share,
to claim this vertigo

By echoshindig