I tell her I feel like I have not slept in days. Days blend into days. Priorities are lost in afternoon trips, crosstown traffic. I sat in my old place and reminisced about days I don't remember. This is all feels familiar. I tell her I feel like I can't remember which day was which, I tell her I feel . . "like a marshmallow." Yes. Just like
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