As you might have noticed, my poems are pretty short. But hopefully the fact that I include some art helps. This one is also untitled. Here we go. I'm so clumsy. I can't walk in a straight line anymore. I woke up on the ground, confused. No blood this time. I must have thrown it up before going to bed. My chest hurts. My face looks gray. Will I wake up next time? Doesn't matter. The ground keeps pulling me