Day 223

6:30PM:

I think I can I think I can…

But don’t you have green shit leaking out of your ear?

I think I can I think I can…

But haven’t you lost five hours of sleep over the last two nights because of visions of bitter-work dancing in your head?

I think I can I think I can…

But aren’t you exhausted from being battered, kicked in the head with a smile?

I think I can I think I can…

But aren’t two of your fingers still suffering from nerve damage, albeit temporary?

I think I can I think I can…

And aren’t you planning on surreptitiously spending time finding your friend a home, instead of resting?

I think I can I think I can…

And aren’t you going for a run tomorrow, to continue a relationship at school, one of few that counters the frostiness?

I think I can I think I can…

And aren’t you thinking about driving your parents home from the airport on Sunday night, to save your brother from having to do it the night before working early and to give your parents a smile when they get off a long flight?

I think I can I think I can…

And I am crying, because I need to feel like I can relax without math, without calorie calculations, without worrying about food intake being enough or too much or being scared of it.

I think I can I think I can…

The cliff is coming, even the little engine knew that.

 

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