four-fifths of my body was trapped
in the slumber burrito,
manifesting itself as a blanket,
only my left leg could move…
Day: March 7, 2021
so how long did you make it
listening to the enforced cheerfulness?
i only made it about a minute…
you look at me,
you wouldn’t know
the jagged tears
that scratch the marble…
That’s just the way of it though,
rising up and going down,
never really knowing…
There’s no sense,
in looking up at the staircase,
and worrying about all the flights up,
that you have to chase…
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