i cannot commit
words to page
any longer
without admitting
that words are
an escape from
a body that
no longer
suffices, no
further can
be pushed.
i have lost
much more than
i can say:
a body that
ran on love,
not caffeine,
that tripped up
stairs lightly,
instead of
tripping up them
clumsy and slow.
i have lost,
i am losing,
i miss my feet.