Goddamnit is an act
of self-destructive salvation.
Goddamnit, get the fuck
out the bed and remember
there is air out there
your lungs have been waiting
their whole lives to breathe,
and who the hell are you
to deny them?
Remember how CLEAN
spring felt in your chest
last year, how happily
your lungs wriggled to attention
like erections in a high school
weight room, out of control
with their own success?
Who the fuck are you to strip
your body of such pleasure,
just because your brain
is mixing itself cocktails of cortisol
and homemade tar? Get up.
Get up.
Wipe down your free weights,
let the lat bar snap back
on its chain. You are gasping
for air, and it's your own Goddamn
fault.