NaPoWriMo Day 8 (Off-prompt): Off-Balanced Legs in Bunches

Off-Balanced Legs in Bunches
An appetite     for nothing is easy     when you're busy     foraging      on your brain
for a day     for the perfect words     for what this "Nothing" is: food.
"Nothing" takes all day to make     "Nothing" sits at the table on a holiday     "Nothing" wishes to sit in my stomach
I lie     in my bed     like "Nothing" is nothing.     I stand     in the kitchen     off-balanced, bunched up in the legs     like it's nothing
I know what I'm doing     like the uptight school binder that I am.     Muscles tingling     cold sweat     the blurriness of vision...
My roommate notices nothing. Not me blindly
stumbling to the bathroom,
trip up and black-out  into the tub
like a lazy-dead denim jacket;
holding onto nothing but time when there's never enough room

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