WESTWEGO

every fucking day
it's longer, harder
to quit than the last.
my hair's falling out,
i'm getting fat, shrinking.
i just want to run and jump,
to kick, to score, to scream.
every decision hinges
upon the last, dominoes,
the scaffolding stretching
higher, my soul sinking.
i just want to break down
but i can't find the time.