Heavy 13/30

she is on autopilot

Misplacing

her phone

her words.

it's hard to write a poem when  

all the things are shifting

straight up lifting

you up up up

away.

i write lines

to set things straight

to make the page feel heavy 

with remnants of where i've been

so when the disease gets its final win

and in the days leading up to then

i am surrounded

by something

grounded.