how my lips are arching.

how my muscles are aching.

i feel like a truck has run over
my rabid body. my rabid body
of blood and bone and my eyes
are sleepy and my heart is beating
me slowly and my legs are going numb.

i want to work and work and work and work and work and work and work until my fingers bleed and my eyes are grey stones in the pit of my stomach. 


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