215 lbs

I run in my dreams.

I run with the fastest kid in school.

I am the fattest kid.

I am disjointed, disappointed, half remembered,

but I am real.

I run in my dreams.

The fastest kid smiles back at me.

But, my legs are gelatin, and so weak.

I'm afraid that's what I will be,

when I wake up and I'm real.

I run in my dreams.

And did run back when I dreamed of other things.

Back when I was fast.

When footfalls and ragged breath and cold showers and happiness

made me envied.

Back when I was real.