counting all limbs

going mad with grief

playing the same songs over & over

finding comfort between the words

the sounds

nobody died

but some alternate

who you might have been

could have been

if of course

you were not you

had not fucked something

someone

up again

& the process takes time

coming back to you

counting all limbs

ability to breathe

get up in the a.m.

& start over again

it is never impossible

too late to turn around

oh yes

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