I’m ready to talk:

I know it should worry me

but the sickness it bubbles up and not eating isn’t the most important thing, right now. I don’t care, I don’t care.

Desperate for sleep, with a dancing mind. Flinging itself

into each and every corner of my skull. Just to say

“hey,

i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”