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sunday my limbs do not lift my senses fail my head sits in a cloud, eyelids sunk the day is slow-going agony, no amount of caffeine propels me the stillness of my body belies the movement of this world my mind stirs in irritation frustration with the dumbness of aching hands that do not do bloated numb fingers all thumbs thick logs attempting needlework the shudder in me is a shifting tension, rising to meet my surfaces, with no explosion, no sudden sound, just a gurgling, and a growl announcing this affliction, this paralysis, as reasoning enough to leave me be. posted by anna kiss @ 2/18/2007 12:35:00 AM |
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