bent into knots by this day.
each word i type limited by my own rules,
a game which now has me
carrying an extra burden as i’m here
hyperventilating—
when there are so many disappointments
and things requiring a goodly amount of pugilism—and there’s
less and less room for me to move around in my own home—can barely move...to
know there’ll be tomorrow. when things once relied upon require a daring leap of faith—
