Pain Pains Constant throb my foot's alive—awake nerves fire w/o cause shoulder aches & aches so that I want to press and coax it back to normal but it won't aches & aches relentless as summer sun if only shade would come, offering rest rest offering the quiet of limbs that act simply as asked reach forward as I reach, thinking, take the glass pain early movement comes up short an ache that does not earn the water cannot bring forth a child or a gift pain as an extra limb a part perhaps not welcome. Pain as a low singing of many strong voices that feel and rip as veins of broken glass cells of grinding granules all in dischord none expressed by sound. Just pain pain and pain. Smiles of thanks, smiles of friendship smiles of grimace towards the always more: a wave: a tidal wave washing helpless with screams of tissue crying out for solace. Rest all day without solace rest all day and want to move, live, wash, be. I want to run on the beach—play tag chase Levi. I want to move, swim, crash through shallows to plunge in deep dark. Under stars. Naked. I want to be naked under stars but with all the straps to release my broken foot, and I might trip on the uneven ground, but, remember, Remember laying under stars, buds with opium—sucking opium flavored kisses from your lips. Your tongue, exploring. This sitting says to me, it says you need more, without more there is no space in me for less; those small things that use pen & paper, visions, thought—no legs necessary? Without, my mouth cannot produce the words it needs. Paths. Mine just shows one shoe, two deep divots for the crutches, white grey green rocks—winking in sand.
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