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Do that thing
They said
“come and do that thing you do,
not so young man”
And I stare blankly into my own mind for a moment
And try to figure out what that thing is while my fingers remember that they have done something in the way that they ache in a cool mid spring morning, wrapped around a red bull, the big can.
While my breath tries to remember in a wet-ish wheeze the things it may or may not have said. Always on the verge of a cough.
While my thoughts try to remember what they were thinking of before the ominous countdown toward forgetting what they were doing on a cool mid spring morning.
And I wake up again into my already awake self.
I go and do the thing I do.
Not so young man.
“come and do that thing you do,
not so young man”
And I stare blankly into my own mind for a moment
And try to figure out what that thing is while my fingers remember that they have done something in the way that they ache in a cool mid spring morning, wrapped around a red bull, the big can.
While my breath tries to remember in a wet-ish wheeze the things it may or may not have said. Always on the verge of a cough.
While my thoughts try to remember what they were thinking of before the ominous countdown toward forgetting what they were doing on a cool mid spring morning.
And I wake up again into my already awake self.
I go and do the thing I do.
Not so young man.
Published 15th Apr 2024
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