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I feel like I'm holding my breath,
waiting for what's next... stifled at best.
I feel like I'm holding my chest,
cupping my breast... yelling, "Elizabeth!"
It feels like nothing...
Like everything...
Like a ball of earthworms.
Like separation but entanglement.
Like strangulation with an oxygen mask.
Am I dying or trying?
Am I late or early...
and please don't tell me about another party.
And where are all the good drugs?!
How many days has it been-since-I-had-a-good-hug?
The reviews on coke are terrible...
20 minutes then a chase, sounds unbearable.
"Oh f*ck, is this what-it's like to get old?"
I know... I'v-been-told-and-I've-been-scold
But, I'm at the pyramids and can't get over how hot it is
...Yet, I still ain't been to Egypt.
CNN got me too boxed-in, too #hashtagged to travel.
Life makes you watch everything unravel...
Cuz I've got a silver raffle
and a golden ticket
and long jeans through the thicket,
and strong legs for the picket.
But I Rosa on Park benches and Uber backseats
cuz my feet hurt in Louboutins anymore
I mean what the sh*t am I wobbling for... hoping he'll catch me?
Somebody make me a comfortable shoe,
so I can run for an hour or two...
and then three
and then four-for-evermore....and he'll catch me nevermore.
Then I'll find Poe and help 'em get over Eleonor
and we'll take all of our sadness and burn it,
and piss on the ashes!
Then laugh our way into madness...
and un-dedicate all of our poetry...
Because it's nothing.
It's everything...
It's earthworms and getting old.
And staying young...
and sore feet, and running... and running...
