D-pleated

Lemon-Limeade is coursing 

through my body,

yellow green liquid 

replacing blood - 

On the one hand, 

I’m a nervous wreck 

on a never ending sugar 

high, sparks ricocheting 

under skin, cells revving.

On the other, everything 

exhausts me, open mailbox

and nap by door, walk to 

backyard, get horizontal 

on melting ice flows.

I try to consume things 

to soak up this feeling 

of excess: vita crackers, 

stoicism manifestos, a recipe 

for crepes written on a blue card 

by my mother-in-law, Lands End 

khaki pants, a chart of the weights 

of small children standing 

on wooden chairs.

Maybe it’s not a lemon-limeade infiltration.

Maybe it’s blocked tear duct fluid. 

Maybe it’s dry toast override syndrome. 

Maybe it’s the couple downstairs

having loud sex again. 

Maybe it’s too much sudden sunshine, vitD 

and my body’s ridiculous permeability. 

Maybe my back pain has finally liquified. 

Maybe it’s just that can of Mountain Dew 

I guzzled last night and I’m mistaken 

about this whole thing.