Thistledown

i feel cracked. the spread of my life is so thin
i can barely taste it, disappearing in each crunch
of crust. am I crusty?

my hand shook as I ate my lunch of ramen
the girl in the cafeteria let me have hot water from the carafe so i waited 3 minutes for it to cook and the noodles slid down.
i still feel habanero like a scorching braze.
after waiting my life long for the free movement of
fingers
and toes
I realize i forget the expectation as I sleep
in indecision.
there will be mistakes.
there will be breakdowns/ups. redirections, diversions.
I will return. I will always be restored
to float
like thistledown.