have i lived
i have been dawdling away golden opportunities i couldve grabbed with greedy, hungry hands ages ago: the navy, a full-time job.
this spring has been a fog to me. i felt only the cold and the wet. fleetingly, i would remember my body that felt foreign to me: sneaky cramps, clots, drips of blood. my legs would get tired effortlessly. i would still stand, rooted on the ground, wondering what the hell i was doing. i am older than you, my body would say. my heart and mind remains to be little, still.
this spring has been a fog to me. i felt only the cold and the wet. fleetingly, i would remember my body that felt foreign to me: sneaky cramps, clots, drips of blood. my legs would get tired effortlessly. i would still stand, rooted on the ground, wondering what the hell i was doing. i am older than you, my body would say. my heart and mind remains to be little, still.