sometimes
i find myself
merely existing
and i marvel at
how joyous
the act of being
can be

then i recall
all the reasons
i was miserable
and begin to
catalog them
by agony
the familiar
tightening
triggers
iron bands
around my chest
And the damnable
electrified bees
begin
stinging again

i curl up
even tighter
and whisper
i love you
into the silence
knowing it doesn’t
matter at all
because i
am just a figment
adjacent to your
supple perfection

jam a fork
deep into my brain
maybe together
we can find
the power switch