Poem #227

dull pain everywhere
sharp pain on my lips
six books piled on my head
a clamp on my arm
a compress on my legs
a hand gripping my ankle
too many rings on my fingers
potatoes on my torso
every sensation magnified
every movement odd
every moment foggy

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