process.

i am cold
and my feet
are dirty
with sand
and grit;
failings
and disappointment.

my nerves are
pulsing
and vibrating
with missed
calls and
dropped,
faltering hearts.

the process
has changed
and i
don’t miss
old ways,
like i thought
i would.

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