I am carrying my body
Or maybe it carries me
A vessel of muscle and respiration
Of heartbeat and headache
Lifting me
From a place of relative peace
Into that river of fear and happiness
And sensation and tension and annoyance and excitement
That I call
“My day.”
It lifts me, and I drag it
Wheezing and protesting
Toward duties and desires
Straining toward outcomes.
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