Forced remote work

My elbows

Press against

The desk

And I can feel my pulse

Pushing my

Arms away

My organs

Jittery as though

Intoxicated by caffeine

My heart thumps

Quickly and slowly

Deep

Yet soft

My legs tingle

Reverberating from the

Connection of

My thighs and

The edge of my seat

As though reminding me

To stand

To leave

To take a break

But

I continue to sit

And here I am

At the edge of my seat

At the mercy of time