#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 – “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