Thirty-three hundred
Word count days are bliss wrapped
In sweet exhaustion
Diet Coke times three
Too much caffeine but you know
What they say, fuck off
With an ice pack on
My knee and a heat pack on
My thigh, foam rolling
That’s a response to
A little pain and a lot
of goals I’ll keep quiet
An audiobook
Lets me cry in the mirror
Runs when bombs go off
Make me want to run
Until I see that skyline
An old dream of mine
But my knee’s on ice
I wrote thirty-three hundred
Words, a current dream
It feels closer, is
It closer, can it be close
I wrote a letter
To Jack, my hero
About all the ways he saved
Me, I’ll save him too
After tonight with
Pizza and tv and cats
Still living the dream