
gotta be addicted somehow
to love or painkillers
to pain or lovekillers
substances substantial
stuff
need more of it
must declutter
tracking my macros
on the app
tells me
my hrv is wildly
ordinary
excessive exercise
(and podcasts)
the only way
to quiet
racing thoughts
thoughts of racing
and getting a pb
fuel anxiety
anxiety is fuel
to keep showing up
show up and keep to
the program
progress not perfection
perfection in constant
progress,
cultivate
aesthetic athletic
movement
maintain
motivation
love
and pain
an addict understands
the drive the desire
motivation, smitten
beholden to addiction, begotten
be gotta, be, gotta,
gotta be
Spoken version of this poem here:
https://on.soundcloud.com/grfyu
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