Daily, by the minute
hour second week
month year we
anesthetize those
areas that hurt bother
make us uncomfortable
make us (we think) do
against ourselves
we prefer the dull
nothingness of frozen
nerves over sharp
edges of knowing being
seeing believing having
doing…when we don’t
can’t believe see have
can do…

We wake up or we don’t
the anesthesia a form of
repentance a kind of
gravity pulling us toward
the end of a a life we
neither remember or
really lived

can do…
can’t believe see have
doing…when we don’t
seeing believe having
edges of knowing being
nerves over sharp
nothingness of frozen
we prefer the dull
against ourselves
make us (we think) do
makes us uncomfortable
areas that hurt bother
anesthetize those
month year we
hour second week
Daily, by the minute

We can’t
reverse
what we’ve
never felt