but i have

a half hour to waste

felt like a

walk and a


not eating much

today. yesterday

either. not hungry.

meals are a handful

of crackers

or an apple.

give me a week

i'll be eating

everything in sight.

not much middle

ground for me.

never was.

i'm either

setting sail

every thought

in my knitwit brain

or i can't

think of a damn

thing worth

the breath.

it's all highs

and lows


i'll take it

any day

over that


mobile death

but every now

and then

that elusive middle

slips a foot

in the door

and for a second

i can feel

my shoulders settle

as the wind

shakes loose

leaves that drift

all around me

like falling snow.