We feel so attached to our bodies
as if they are the dopamine behind smiles

as if these thoughts have travelled
the same time

as if their pain was the cause
of these tears

as if their hearts keep us
awake when we fear

a future we assume
will be

as if it is my stomach craving
Haagan Dazs

after my arms became balance
so her body could release its diarrhea

so she could find a comfortable spot
for her final physical sleep.

Thank you for reading.

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