2PM

if i could, i would run,

i would collide into something that's not my career

consider this, say i look tired, not myself

i lean into this entire month, trying to communicate

trying to recall how it felt to erase so quickly

 consider me a victory, remind me of what i've won

and so the loss transforms again, retches, a gaping hole, 

look down, suggest smallness

i'm not sleeping.

brow crease

pen click

clear my throat

if i could, 

i would run

i'll see you in a week