I am
-Watching a south India movie not out of volition
- feeling the bite of this winter on my nose, in my finger tips, on my toes, in my heart
-at home because who goes out in this weather but now I regret because I'm drunk and I want to go dancing
-hating how my hair feels, dry and straw like
-nursing a torn lip that got dry and bled when I opened my mouth wide to eat an apple. Yes! That happened
-missing a segment of my brain that still dwells inside of a moment and won't come out
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