my time is constantly split
spread like butter over too many slices of toast
weekends spent between homes, too many 'homes'
seconds and hours broken up into segments
too small for someone to sustain speaking
seconds sectioned off to celebrate a million things at once.

they say everything is made up of atoms- is time?
splitting my time is like splitting an atom.
it requires more energy than i have and makes me smaller the more times i do it.

my body is scattered across the town
parts of it across the ocean or miles up the motorway
the body isn't me anymore
the body has a duty
i don't mind
the body is a handout that i give to people on my rounds

seconds pass me by without a second thought
the hours in the day are not sufficient
and the body is split
but it doesn't mind.