I’m waking up dizzy in an empty nauseous sort of way,
where the blood is flooding from my head to my stomach,
I know if I try to go swimming I’ll faint in the water.
There’s only so much blood pumping through these veins.
I haven’t cut my nails in a month and now they’re curling over my fingertips
but from straight on you can’t see the bowing.
I have claws for my own protection.
Sometimes I think I don’t breathe deeply enough
like the air I take in can’t fill out my lungs,
and I’ve only ever used them at maximum capacity when running for dear life away from you.
But as I come to the staggering point
right before I keel over,
I feel a sharp cramping
from most of the discrepancies
seen within interpersonal relationships-
of when to connect and disconnect,
how to gracefully miss the mark
of the absence in a missing
and barely feel the restless shuffling
right before falling
at the bridge of being your own person