Straw

Always been an old soul,

you know

Eyes flicking back and forth,

sucking up information so hard through the narrowest straw

and gagging on the turgid details

When you know a lot,

the world becomes less full of lush greenery

and more full of bowls of sick

When you feel a lot,

it overwhelmingly comes and goes

Sometimes I pause

and find myself enjoying things,

enjoying sensations

Other times

I don't feel the true warmth of anything,

the true depth of anything,

the ache of anything

But, boy, does it hurt to peel myself out of bed-