this trembling thigh
this shaking hand,
this sputter-stop heart..

i may be dying.

is my blood too thin?
have the vapors caught me,
or malcontent spirits, doing me dirty?

to waste time, i worry.
to forget i sleep,
and worry.
for attention, there is always
some side stitch or caffeinated sweat
and medical guide to thumb through for symptoms.

is this autoimmune?
has cancer knocked on my door, finally?
is this something other
than what can be explained by
chemicals and too much sleep?

the body is a time-bomb,
and all i have is time.

05/10/2012

Posted on 05/11/2012
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