Murmur

It’s been weeks since I gave away
the last of the food
and I’m living on water
and diet soda, tomato slices
and booze
I’m living on stored fat
muscle tissue
and broken hope
I’m living on too much air
and not enough oxygen
and just the right amount of
bitterness
I’m living on cigarettes
heart murmurs
and written words
I’m living while I’m falling
out of the sky
onto the jagged ladscape below

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