creeps back
am I going to die
I lie
a bag of
soared bones
Life's changed
familiar bed
new dividing wall
where sounds seep through
and, every tap on the floor
sends alarm
my mystical music library
In fact I don't hear
music anymore
it has gone hibernated
This senselessness
placelessness
selflessness
Feel like going to expire
ready to give up
every good taste in life
including my year long
swollen left arm
oddly beautiful
is this not
my hand?
not too clumsy to perform
cooking and washing
tying and untying
a butcher's knot
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| Photo: Holly Lee The Galata Mevlevi House, Istanbul |
