I want to write, lose myself in unspoken
annunciations, of Pain and English...
plain anguish-- i want to hurt.
and i do,
in fits, like bile bubbles at the bottom of your throat,
as if each chunk of "i shoulda" knows to have a party
at the base-- of I need to breathe and silence
swallowing what would
have been
tears
a grief uncelebrated
I sit
and sit... there is nothing
pulse heaving under cold fingers and toes-- twitching like an addict
ready
ready
but it does not come.
i want to tell you sorry
like i mean it, like HEY this is my heart and it has something of yours...
(pretending to be busy, too busy to attend life today or yesterday or every month
since you've been gone.
busy with how dare you
leave me, and help...I...I have never been on my own
help! I don't know what to do
flailing--arms like Shiva destroying my ascent into
enlightenment, for one. by many.)
truth ?
I only sleep 4 hours --sun up.
nightmares at 10 a.m.
panic--cold sweats, whole body sobbing.
im sorry. im sorry.
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