Drinking to Bermuda

so i can’t eat solids anymore
and the wind is blowing into my coffee, which i spill
into the pristine snow
soaking right through my leather boots
into my calves, my hands are blue
on the way from getting bottled smoothies
and coconut water, apple juice
i think the blanketed floor is glittering
like a 90s disco fleece but im not sure
exactly what im seeing, i close my eyes
against the blistering frostbite
so the snow cant melt into my vision
maybe im just about to ….
…lose consciousness and fall into it
but i am not about to lose
my nutrients for the next week
because i am counting days,
it’s seven now
seven days until Bermuda
and i swear to god
ill be healthy for it

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