postfinale

what am i without all this water weight?

it’s been slowing me down, keeping me under

and for the first time in months I can consider

what I really want, the fresh greenery

of optimism and ideas springs up in my brain and spine

I am a little bit freer than I was yesterday and I will drink

all of this rainwater happily

i want to go home

[pressure]

i am tiny pieces taped together

so tight, too tight, stress-hugging my knees

and i feel no older than eight,

the same innocent naivety at my centre

the tension pushes me in and pulls me out

so i am all edges and no rest

[collapse]