Finally
HRV shot up.
I wasn’t sleeping.
But I was relaxing.
HRV declines with age.
Empty streets.
If I don’t get out of here
I feel I’m going to die.
I walk in the door
Wearing a fake smile
And do my very best
But one mm underneath
The crappy facade -
Is me being anxious.
I have some agoraphobia
That’s happy to be quarantined.
I failed at cutting back on coffee.
That will have to be a week
I’m NOT working 80 hours.
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