Scale Exercise

Feeling the note climbing up, up;
my ribcage, my throat, ascending.
Feeling my bones buzz
like a fridge full of food I can
finally bring myself to eat,
like insects asserting their tiny, concentrated
existences - "we are here", "we are here".
Note. Sustain. Take a breath.
Hold on. Let it go.
"I am here"
For the first time I feel better than I look.
♠ ♠ ♠
Another poem with no relation to my life. I'm a fraud.