Thank you, Promising Poet's Parking Lot
I nominate Morning
Margaret Atwood likens it
To an amputation;
I would add that it’s a million experiences of death a day.
Dry heaving, even vomiting, truly eventuates.
Forget painting on a smile – walking hurts.
Now you know what
It feels like and it’s so
much worse than imagined
I haven’t cried enough yet, only intermittently but I’ve died more than a million deaths.