My chest feels like my heart feels like a stone
Just a head and legs sticking out of a mountain
Of grey granite slabs
Tons-weighing, heavy, a dirt-grinding thud
Feels like cinders feels like ashes feels like
The confusion of an unexpected absence
Of waking up after a long nap in which
One's dreams were more important and serious
Than the sticks and stones of everyday life
My mouth feels like my shoulders feels like my stomach feels like
One Big Ache
So heavy I'm breaking through the bed
What am I drinking?
What have I been eating that sickens me so?
I have been eating the mountain and drinking the dirt, I suppose
I can't sleep tonight because my chest feels like a vase with the flowers taken out of it.