La Virgen de las Mercedes

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my muscles quiver and shake like the internet. My head swims and spins from the medication. Maybe they thought that if I couldn’t focus I’d feel better. Maybe that’s what’s making me better.

I’d be better if I didn’t feel so hard and deep, bruising and scarring the ones I feel for and with and from. If I were better, we could be friends with proper fences. Good fences make good neighbors, you know.

We’ll lose all that unhealthy feeling in the quivers and shakes and spinning currents and then I’ll be good, I’ll be good enough.