The body at rest.

My head is in
a constant fog
like the ships
roaming the strait
at the break of dawn.

My heart forms
a fist in my chest
urging me to do
something,
anything,
before it finally bursts
and collapses.

My lungs grow
heavy
with the sediment
of tar accumulated
from months
on end
of overuse
and overexposure.

My stomach, liver,
and kidneys
all send messengers
with the sharpest
knives
to tell me
“something
needs to change.”

The taste
of iron
fills my mouth
and I can’t help
but think
“when will
the taste of lead
follow?”

But I remain
steadfast
and morose;
consoling my mind,
my body,
and my emotions
that if this
punishment
will last,
one day,
we will finally

rest.

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