To Me

34, & I can feel the weight

of every bad decision sit

heavy in my chest, legs,

arms, fingers, eyes, teeth,

ankles, hair, and brow.

Only a matter of a little

more time now, maybe

smeared, mislaid

somewhere. It’ll find

me.  Find me extended

on a bed, distended,

TV on, no one

dialing, no one

asking.

 

 

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