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