The Day My Brain Busts

I whisper to myself
jealously
that I’ll be alright.
My body’s gone this far.
My brain will be the first
to shut down,
like an engine
with just one too many
miles.
But the rest of me
is still fresh.

But tomorrow
I will be clean.
Start at dawn
clean the places
I have been,
I will be,
and pick up all
my dirty
laundry.
I won’t be tired,
that’s what I say.
And I’ll be even more
alright.

Yes, I’m sick
again,
but today I type,
tomorrow I’ll clean,
and if my brain busts
before I’m through,
I just hope
my heart
can stand it.
So I can know
I wasn’t lying
when I whispered to myself
I’ll be alright,
and not just jealous.

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