a body expectant
possible thoughts fill my chest with unease,
high in the guts below my understanding
this warms and then sinks,
tickle and a closing off, it is, it is ‘palpable anticipation’
in joy the smile, grief the wail, mind
my always true imagination.
only the expectancy of despair has this central corporeal shift. Feel it.
recognized.
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