I am unable
more than unable
two parts of me are at war
between getting my feet
cut by the glass
or let my bed be the tomb
Of my dying dust

A dry mouth aches for water
at the kitchen table
barely two meters away
                     I wished to sprout
                     but my body remained
                     horizontal

I reject myself
more than people reject me
an Insect landed on my nose
but I'm supposed to stay grounded

I longed to indulge
every drop of water in the pitcher
someone fetch the liter
but no one is someone
                     those who do not make
                     speech
                     or move an inch
                     help them no mortal

As the bed collapses,
the water
begins to evaporate
leaving
my outstretched arm in the air
yearns for its mist
at last.