Toil and Trouble

i haven't been eating very much, recently
and i haven't been brushing my teeth very much, recently
and i haven't been able to think, recently;
only dream

flowers in my hair,
on my dress
in the grass


blurring together
the mush of existence
like mud between the bottom of your shoes and the carpet.

everything becomes a blanket,
a sheet,
a drop of rain.
the zipping of a zipper;

before i go to bed at night i take off my slippers,
and i take off my bra,
and i roll around in sheets,
until i become too tangled up
and dream i can't breathe.

this summer air is like wrapping paper
holding beads of sweat upon my skin;
i feel alive; i feel awake;
and i wasn't meant to document great lives, great events
as all the classics have;
i was meant to live life;
fully, freely,

alive; awake