Loose Me

Lord take my stomach, and my heart if you wish it- just take the jitterbug, too. My gut is wilting, one short brick wall of unsettled dust in the sponge of my body. If I had a sedative, or knew where to get one-no, I wouldn’t. But still, it’s been days. Let me loose, foul affliction. Let me glide throught the brush, hear a breeze whistle through them grass lakes and relax. Loose me, looose me.