Election Day
All of my friends are fearful.
Usual writing room. Usual posture.
Feeling buried, absent, silent.
Life sapped of its unworthy weirdness.
Bottoms of feet hard, like cardboard.
Legs heavy.
Stomach bloated.
Lower back stings.
Upper back stiff.
Hunched torso.
Left wrist tight.
Hands heavy.
Neck crackling.
Face sagging.
Nose runny. Snuffly.
Eyes itchy, especially the left.
Want to move, flow, spin. Be delighted.
I should be getting dressed up now and going out to dance.
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