tired

some days
there just isn’t
anything
but that
deep bone tired

every
thing
else

is too much

i feel like
a wrinkled bag
blowing
in the desert wind
between dunes
that are
interchangeable

lost

and too
god damned tired
to do anything
but let
that fetid air
push me
wherever it will

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