My Brain
I write because this brain is unbearable.
Everything is.
A type of lying down, still, stoic.
Feeling porous.
I chew into this brain…
A horrible waking up at night.
Words coded in strands of neurons.
Didn’t have enough time to redo my night.
I have pockets of restfulness that got spilled.
I write because this brain is unbearable.
It’s not the clawing into my back.
It’s just a caved in burdening feeling.
It’s not the clawing it’s them.
Grumbling in the morning at breakfast.
Feet are a bed when you sleepwalk.
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