Today I think my brain is in my back,
nestled in muscle, cradled by the bone,
sending messages from my blind-side:
be more flexible, worry less, do more
push-ups, just don't think, don't.
I cleaned my bathroom to clear my head
and I sprayed cleaning product in my eyes
on accident. It burned like things
I've never felt, because I avoid burning.
There are dreams I have sometimes
Where I'm yelling at some guy,
trying to pick a fight, and he's bigger than me.
And I don't talk my way out of this one,
and I wake up, scared, before the first punch.