SayTunaFeesh

I try to armor up daily against wasps with human tongues against the thinning of your blood against the way my very bones have learned the word lonely (and they're the only ones who hold me) but they whisper it from inside while I sleep it nests in my chest while I toss in my sheets and HEY has this bed gotten bigger or is it just me (or has it gotten bigger because it's just me) in any case trust me I know all about the waking dread the kind that lingers through the day and never leaves your head the gnawing panic rat that must be forever fed the thoughts that lose their way the poems refusing to be led and HEY has anybody