Plant your feet
to withstand the waves,
the one constant
is there will always be another…
Body
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…
muscles are twitchy,
blood pumps uncomfortably
through veins,
feeding the twitches…
I am cold
inside and out
the blood muscle
is a rock…
I’d know you
with my eyes closed
and my hands tied
behind my back. …
here I was, thinking depression
sucked the body heat
out of me…
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