Tagged: anatomy

perhaps in the end,

perhaps in the end,
our batteries will simply
swell beyond what our

bodies can withstand, too late to
backup, to transfer, to transcend
.
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this morning’s elbows

this morning’s elbows
wake up sour, waiting for me
to give them a new

placement in the randomized
assignments of limbs on bed
.
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you are

you are
gone, and we
are oceans
away, separated
by a global
pandemic, mandated
group quarantine, time,
electromagnetic
frequencies, and
chemical structure –
the x, y, and z of
everyday coordinates
dissolve into more,
even more
dimensions as
memories discharge
.
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a set of stairs – an

a set of stairs – an
administrative burden
to both knees and wit
.
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when your battery

when your battery
runs low, the body grows cold,
the skin clammy – this

morning, getting a raw taste
of having something to lose
.
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we are less layered

we are less layered
than we profess to be, more
layered than we can

fathom – in between, we try
to understand each other
.
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underneath the skin

underneath the skin
and muscles of the city,
two-hundred-forty-

five miles of transit – backbone,
blood vessels, the nervous system
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: travels

with age come new aches,

with age come new aches,
vying for attention – let’s trade
an arm for a leg
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: trade

in preparation for

in preparation for
the world, we will
put on our most
agreeable muscles,
tighten and grease
all joints, replace
the skin where
we happen to
crease too
naturally, tune
our organs to
a newly
perfect pitch
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: perfect

even in between

even in between
the spans of two steps, forward
or backward, there will

be micro-tears in the muscles,
in time, in relationships
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: micro-tears