I've spent most of my second life
in fear of exactly this:
the return of Heavy Darkness
(now in in blazing HD!)
eye sparks flattened like lightning bugs
smeared on the sidewalk at dusk
glow-in-the-dark chalk
A bargain buy
at just one
little
lightning bug life.
Yesterday, I stared for fifteen minutes
at my own reflection
and felt nothing.
It did not bother me,
I inhabit my body from a distance
for my own comfort;
it's an improvement.
lately when I run in place,
I focus on my feet
since, of all my body's moving parts,
they offend me the least.
It's as cold as I remember,
Or maybe it's worse.
Definitely,
maybe it's worse.
It's the worst way you can imagine being,
but probably it's not that bad.
There's really no way of knowing:
The most important year of my life
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