Red Letter Day

I feel so stupid for ever feeling the things I felt my ribs
bang against the bus when you pressed me against the bus.
I feel flushed and jostled, my life a series of small assaults
that have taken some sort of toll from me, so much so that
I leap into walls just to stop from laughing, if I were one
to laugh.  And so my lumbar is silver and medicated, full
of oxygen and beams.  Take it all (your well-learned politics)
in the event of this I give strokes to calm the engine right now!
I am that lucid.  I am.  I just forget who’s who sometimes.


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