What Am I

Sometimes in my downtime I sit,

And listen to myself.

My heartbeat, shunting blood along the highways of my body

My stomach, churning with partially digested food

The crickety-crack of my joints when I ambulate

My teeth, clicking together with anxious movement

The ringing in my ears

And I say

I am here

I am good

And I'm getting better

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