thinking on thinking

mornings have regretted

the night before

but have still picked off

the shadows that are leeches

gleaned from a stream of yellow

that smell like piss in a daylight

that sees me there clothed yet still naked

moving in the direction opposite

from the world’s spin

trying to regain tomorrow’s tomorrow

with a little bit of today

where i yawn only as a way

to breathe in more

and to find myself in afternoon

on no one

save for myself

saving myself for

something i can’t quite touch like a thought

that still exists full and inevitable

and that needs no action

which is itself

an action

that is too much most days

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do i not deserve to

own the only thing that is one

with me – my body

do i not reserve the right to

disown the lonely thing that is won

without me – no body

do i wait here as your somebody

answers to anybody

or do i weight hear

to question like this

fat and yet not enough

as a mosquito may be

before it drains the world

of bodies

including eventually

its own