i’m laying in child’s pose on the hard concrete of my garage
the screw in my ankle is killing me
but mind over body
im trying to get my heart rate down, not up
finally when i’m able to clear my thoughts, i relax
it’s just me and the small whirring noise coming from my purple fan right next to me
nothing else exists in this moment
not the holes in my heart or in my lungs
and certainly not any lemons