To My Sick Body
It is difficult to think with congestion in your face
you can f e e l the styrofoam thickness of the tubes within you
your heartbeat thrumping on the pillow
This is your blood in your veins and it is making sound
We are so resilient
our bodies take the endless radiation of days
manage to up and down stairs and cycle our habits like whoa
But when things fall apart they do so spectacularly
They crystallize every mistake ever made and cough
them into a mirror at 3 AM
our bodies turn on us so quickly that they cannot make the turn fully
And they will crash in their haste
Will erupt into fever and pitch and fall into a depth of exhaustion
that will leave them in a state of need that only we ourselves can deal with
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