down to the odd place

2013-03-13 | 4:25 a.m.

I'm 17 again. In my old bed.
I laid out on the driveway
Like I used to.
I haven't eaten but a sandwich
In the past three days.
Even less, the weeks before that.
If I sleep, it retires within 3 or 4 hours.
I thought if I left I could come to life
But there is so much work to be done
On a ship wrecked while still at sea.
Do I need to be thinner? More active
To be brave?
Is my confidence waiting for me
In the throes of a desperate shudder...
Will the smell of sweat and skin
Awake a fainted heart?
Read, walk, drink water, eat less, stretch, practice something, practice anything, practice breathing
And seeing
And pretending to be
Myself

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