#NaPoWriMo – Day 29: “Fatigue”

 

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Fatigue // by Jennifer Patino

 

The last of the soul escapes through a cold foot

It will stay this way,
evidence of a body underneath the blanket

Extreme tranquility,
overactive nerve paralysis,
ocular snapshots taken
in slow, heavy blinks

Lace birds on wires,
overly concerned faces,
the rain looks like sparklers on film

There is thick lava in the bloodstream,
the skin is too tender to touch,
the veins are lined in shards of glass

The last of the strength holds the spoon

The empty, raging belly
demands to be fed,
hunger is stasis

Floating, suspended between sleep and awake
is functioning

Slipping through lost time,
through fog-filled hazes,

still feeling the air,
still aware,
immobile,
pretending to be there

 

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Poem – “Skating By”

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Skating By // by Jennifer Patino

 

I understand the fragility
of life

I know the tides change
quickly

                                                        in a blink

I know a small blip
in my blueprint
caused all this

I can’t say
I blame the organs

I can’t say they’ve failed me

                                                       not yet, thank God

I understand separation
from the body

                                                        out of the mind

I tell them all
in my head
is a sanctum
and if I can get there,

                                                         if they let me

I can know relief,
however brief

I can trust the thin ice
to hold me

just a little longer

as I convince them all
I’m growing stronger

 

 

3 Micropoems – “Seized, Transitions”

TransitionsPhoto – “Transitions” by Me

 

Seized, Transitions // by Jennifer Patino

 

To the chair, bound
To the floor, fallen

Electric eels swim
Below my surface

Short circuiting
My glitching system

 

*

 

I tripped

     Razor wire

Trembling legs

A step is an accomplishment

     (or a trap)

Clawing the wall, the skin,
the lit fuse,

                h  a  y  w  i  r  e

The brain interprets
& it’s all wrong

It implodes

Sparks dance
inside my head

I’m half dead

 

*

 

This coming winter
I will feign a freeze
I will spend time within
My heart storage space

By an imagined first frost
I will have thawed out
the old wounds
For a renewed healing

 

Thanks to @TastyPoem and @TLPoetry for prompts.

 

Poem – “Limits”

Limits Photo by Me

 

 

Limits // by Jennifer Patino

I’m getting to know my limits
instead of despising them,
and fighting them

Good morning, failing body
Who has sliced you open,
replaced your insides with lead?

I fall asleep at the peak of day,
I wake up, the sun is dead
My digital clock is too bright

Green glow on my pallid hand,
My green light bulb so I can make
the whole room look sickly

I whimper, my love comes quickly,
I’m his darling burden,
the crumpled spider widow on the floor

My face is familiar with waste bins,
My leg has pieces missing from it,
I am a mosaic of oversensitive nerves

sealed under the numb, the firecrackers,
the movement that echoes through the courtyard,
my ankles, my knees, my neck

“You’re not old yet”
Don’t remind me, youth never graced me
I’m childlike but my eyes are aged

The disease is a restraint
and I am no suffering saint,
I find no joy in this

I’d trade anything
for healthy bliss