Uptime
gotta go
gotta drink the creamer gotta snag that feeling—
the life rush
it’s a prickle in your lower back to do some-
thing & write this blurb
& leg day
&
“what do you need to do to be happy?”
& just do it
stop fucking around they say, I
need
a beach day with high tide; a goggle tan; a
walk around the cul-de-sac
to see how I’ve been living
maybe I’ve been missing out
watching
reality TV through window panes; so I fall
out of bed into right now
—eyes open
& can you remember the last time
we we’re fully awake?
boom:
a loud sound, a period to grow, a microphone
“LET ME”
see warm days, feel beeswax lips, taste
the tap water again
‘cause even nothing has flavor
so rub your toes
& then RUN
gotta wake up before the
cell alarm
gotta stretch my arms and
pause.
how many moments did you let escape so fast?
dream:
a green goal, a new smell, a clapping audience
“No YOU can’t—” cut the critics
with an immature smile.
gotta get back up
gotta scribble in red gotta start—
Signed
Leona Wilde