A day disappears

potassium evaporates

feet I cant feel acheburnrememberbeingup-wallsforeightmonthstocooldown

The beginning of nineyearsago

wolf claws inside me tearing into every soft cell in a cadaver whose heart just won’t stop

I wait

ambition of a life evaporates

sun is high when I lift the burgundy old navy tee from my face

morning is gone I sit in sweat hypothermic waiting to find a place outside the island of this bed

the sun keeps moving without me

crape myrtles reach high

anemic naked inverted teepees break view from southern windows reminding my bed it’s not the only world

pineapple is low in potassium but still higher than potassium pills which smell awful and I don’t have anyway. I think I might die where are the emergency electrolyte packs with poisons in themselvesthe mind wanders to pineapple

over and again

I correct typos I should leave in given their evidentiary witnessing to this chemistry’s despait

the moon is back. The day is lost. Feet crunchy and fragile like my art drawer crepe paper twenty feet away that I can’t get to. I loathe most days whoever spelled crepe myrtle wrong one time and stuck me with crape in canon. Ugly shrubs someone else planted

Cell walls in my squash plants desiccate

we all evaporate

too much pain to remember to loathe the myrtle today