First of May

It begins as early as possible,
I can feel it rising.
Thrumming up through the floorboards,
through the cracks in the ceiling,
in the feeling,
in my soul.
There's a veritable tide of words behind me,
at my back and before me,
and I'm in the eye of the hurricane.
And this stuff takes me to places that Jesus can't go.
So let's go.
Let's pack our things,
Reduce ourselves to text,
and just
fucking
go.

A post a day for the next month, to see out the end of my teenage years. My body is ready. Let's fucking do it.