be still and know
that your heart
cannot literally
beat out of your chest…
Body
my feet are alive,
breathing in the breeze,
free under an open sky…
brain functions,
body drags,
brain slogs,
body collapses…
heat radiates from the base of my arm
when I raise it…
Plant your feet
to withstand the waves,
the one constant
is there will always be another…
Well, they aren’t liars
so much as they have giant
imaginations
and I fall for the tall tales…
four-fifths of my body was trapped
in the slumber burrito,
manifesting itself as a blanket,
only my left leg could move…
I am hungry
and I could eat
are two different
states of mind….
flat on your back
is as good a place
as any to decide
you can’t go lower…
My legs aren’t real,
you can’t convince
me they are, jelly
doesn’t flow in veins…
