Numb

Some days my leg takes a long time
To come back after staying still for a while
And it disappears from my waist down
Leaving me standing in one foot
And a half of cotton
Instead of the other.
Some days I feel like the blood
Won't come into my body
To make it work again
It always takes time
And it always hurts
That itch
When it comes back to me
Worse than I remembered.

Some days I get that tickle
When my body starts to wake up
And I know I could stop it right there
Go back to sleep and pretend it didn't happen:
Remembering how to walk,
The memory of my body,
Before the blood comes back again.