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Low Pain Day, Unexpectedly

Declan Ashworth

Lyric poem · Hope · Wonder

Today my body forgot to remind me it was there,and I walked four blocks without doing the math first,and I noticed, the way you notice a held breath only once you've let it go,that I'd stopped bracing an hour ago and hadn't told myself to.

I don't trust it. I know better than to trust it.But I bought the coffee I actually wanted instead of the one that's easiest to carry,and I drank it standing up, outside, in no hurry,like a person who has somewhere to be and all the time to get there.

I'll pay for this tomorrow, probably. I don't care yet.Let me have the coffee. Let me have the four easy blocks.Let tomorrow come collect what it's owed tomorrow.

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