Tagged: body

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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at the end of the

at the end of the
night, i store all of these pinpricks
in my heart, absorbed,

melted down into coarser,
even coarser elements, pray
.
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it is looking more and

it is looking more and
more likely that
we have been weighing
the wrong things, counting
and measuring
that which is
not easily
quantifiable, things we
can’t wrap our heads
around. we have
disassociated, splintered,
fractured ourselves for
too long to contain
so much, we can’t
be reliable data
within these set
values, even words
are no longer
enough, nor
meaningful
.
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one foot in front of

one foot in front of
another, behind the back
juggling, steady

as she goes, a cascade of
synapses outperforming
.
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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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this morning, the right

this morning, the right
elbow cancelled our date, asked
the fingers and arm

to pull the cover over its
skull, wished the rest of us well
.
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we negotiate

we negotiate
with our bodies as if we
could take a day off

here and there to maintain some
sort of a balanced diet
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: negotiate

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

january is

january is
achy where bones and sinews should
agree tacitly
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: tacitly