
Poetry
Day One
I feel a thickening I’ve felt before A denseness growing at my core The calling of a wooden floor I feel a growing at my center A heaviness that tightens like a sphincter The sudden need for less than vertical I feel no comfort from Sleeprite As the pain flows thick without respite Only
By Marlo HunteFebruary 18, 20131 min read
I feel a thickening I’ve felt before
A denseness growing at my core
The calling of a wooden floor
I feel a growing at my center
A heaviness that tightens like a sphincter
The sudden need for less than vertical
I feel no comfort from Sleeprite
As the pain flows thick without respite
Only bone to wood will make things right.
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