32/365

i stretched my brain today
like silly puddy.
until it was so thin—
and may eyes so blurry
and my tasks so wanting
and my thoughts so scrambled
and my head so achy
and my goals so distant
and my joints so stiff
and my ideas so foreign
and my neck so rigid
and my passion so placid—

that all i can do now
is imprint this confession
like a dime store comic
or newspaper headline.