Creative Journal, Circa 2009

Lazy eyes and lazy bones

We are all dull in various forms

My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth

And I have nothing important to say

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I miss life emanating from the ground, falling from the sky, slipping into my nostrils, dancing across my tongue. You were pleasant once, your hands were soft, your fingers flavorful and they used to wiggle in front of me to cross my eyes. But my eyes are straight now and glazed over. They do not like many people. They are uninspired and unimpressed. I miss your hands across my chest, gently listening to my heartbeat against the palm. My belly is empty and thinning within my ribs in your absence.