3.31.10 – 12.55

weak and unsteady,
my jello legs carry me
where and as they wish,
so that i stumble over
daffodils, which frown
at me in their distaste.

leaded paint gilds my
stiff and aching limbs
and makes them frustratingly
uneasy to maneuver.

the breeze does not yet
carry warmth in its
arbitrary course, although
the sun shines deliberately
down through our eyelids,
making us squint
at its light and
self-proclaimed radiance.

with each cough,
i scorn the day’s
mocking beauty
and wish that it would
wait for me
to enjoy, with it, its grace.

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