What is it, when I sit, alone,
within the confines of my home,
that fills this head I call my own?
I have a thing about hip bones.
And unrelated, by the way,
my lunch was really late today.
So, no, I will not eat your crepes.
My lunch was Diet Coke and vape.
You know the body keeps the score
I’m losing, sister, more and more.
The days, the weeks…all that wishing.
And, of course that thing that’s missing
I wonder, sometimes, if it’s true,
“Bad” is something you can do
but isn’t something you can be.
At least, I hope it’s true for me.
I miss my cat that died last year.
I wish my dead ol’ gran was here.
I miss the way my stuffies feel.
I miss the meals. I miss the meals.
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