I feel, thus I am.

Rationalizing is only scar tissue
hardening like a sarcophagus
written with excuses.

I perceive without apology
my ownership of the basswood leaves--
their crunch, chlorophyll sliding
down my throat. The maple leaves of the northeast
jelling when chewed, speaking of the sun's
health-giving properties.

Began the morning with the thrill
of 2 tsp of apple cider vinegar mixed
into a cup of cold Perrier water.

Emptying the pelvic drawer of reactions
that no longer defend me, or never did;
Away like bats in a musty attic
when daylight enters.

They've taken a dump long enough
into the half-light of my unfeeling.



feel feelings

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