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Jul 2018
Some days I don’t want to crawl out the tub
Just be in the water and feel it’s warm hug
Every spasm and pinch felt to my core
If only I could get up off of this floor
I clench and I muster to get in to the bath
Sliding in to peaceful moments at last
For instance today the waters real hot
I’ve settled right in the perfect spot
And let my whole body relax into breath
While trying not to think of my death
Or all of the ways I’d like to cut out this pain
There’s no one to fault, no one to blame
It is what it is nothing more, nothing less
A creeping and crawling under my flesh
Work in progress. I’m struggling today
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
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