AM I DYING?
Just because—
I’m green around the gills,
can’t get up from the floor
and every joint aches.
Just because—
I can only see a fish-eyed view
of what’s real that no glasses
can correct.
Just because—
my gut speaks ferociously
in a language all its own
with gurgles, and hisses
I’ve never heard before.
Just because —
You sound so far away,
far away for much too long.
I pulsate
like a far-flung star.