difranco

out of touch

so scarce to feel,
my skin feels supple,
warmed in a solitary room
the echoing tick surrounds me.
the clock makes the moments,
last an eternity longer.
gravity defies me,
fueled on a flame
i tiptoe along the tip.
my head pounds with anticipation
as the cotton rubs into my flesh
raw and vivid.
i pace.
back and forth and back again,
im still waiting
to see,
you,
again.

my mouth is dry,
my body feels swollen and distorted.
i am content.

love.

*

have a good day y'll.
i jus woke up with a dead arm and confusion. i tink im getting sick. my throat burns, my head hurts, temperature is high.

c u next year...