Nasal discharge

is carelessly swiped away

on my wrist

It’s sort of gross

but I can’t reach the Kleenex

and you know

deep down

more than allergies

I suffer from laziness

and besides

I’m tired

 

Bad posture

he says

but he knows

the weight in my chest

bends me downward

like ice on worn-out

and weary trees

He’s right

though

 

My pounding heart

is not easily ignored

when watching shows about death

People die naturally

of unnatural causes

everyday

and I know

I will be one of the sad

taken somewhere I don’t want to go

too soon