Waking up to pee without being plugged in,
Wearing clothes no longer tied on to,
Walking with calves pumping no longer by battery,
Drinking a cup no longer self poured,
Making meal decisions because I am lazy,
Reconfiguring a map so belovedly excited for, freshman like,
Conversing mind purposefully backward and confused,
To love the complex neutrality,
like a two year old giggling,
or,
a teacher learning,
and a farmer snacking,
Not to mention the stubbed toe and its ecstasy.
The most pure of a high I will ever know.
To think with this I could write.
-jared a muscat
this poem i wrote my first night alone and with friends after having awoken from a near death nine day hospital brilliancy...many more will come to follow as my instinct and pen meet paper...thanks for the patience (not like you needed angst anywho) much love for all the support, it is what brought me through
this made me happy.
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