Heart of My Legs

the heart of my legs drop as my knees gasp in falling,
but it aches

my face comes heavy with layers of nonexistent skin,
where are the eyelids?
they are lost,
and now there's layering of dust on my iris,

i can't see a thing,
i need to blink
BUT I CANT

no, it doesn't hurt
it just feels like there's deodorant on my neck,
a layer added each day, without ever sweating off

and my head hurts, but it's not my head,
it's my hair

i know, that's not what you wanted to hear
it's really not poetic, maybe even ungainly

but my eye socket feels like a sock drenched in collected sidewalk water

I'm not sure if I'm a rug or the dust under it
not collected over time, but shoved in with a broom
so it is unwelcome, but still it can't move

I'm walking, but it's not walking

it's not even running over quicksand,
i am the quicksand,
the air around me or my hands or torso?
i forgot which part is me

i already spoke, and so a hundred tons of mud entered my throat,
so I'm not frozen, no, i still move

but only a little,
enlarging in fumes