living on machine pumped air.
the shelf
lined with pills.
what is the strategy here?
to live another day,
another year.
holding on to counter tops
and doors.
the walls scraped
with the falls of
walking bones.
unable to sleep unable
to wake up.
afraid of being alive,
afraid of being alone.
a cup of tea.
a bowl of soup.
bread.
the food of the incarcerated.
hardly alive.
not quite dead.
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