I love being inside of a bull.
I date a train, like. He won't quit.
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In a dream, my terror rips by. A breeze slits me.
Cold mammals handle me
and lose my almonds.
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my apartment is bumbled up with boxes,
nearly packed.
Post-surgery, I crutched up twenty stairs
with Jon guiding my back.
He hurt me in bed in all ways,
like a sorrowful dog rollerskating over a frozen pond,
but time warmed us. The pond's melted up. Chunky.
And sweetheart's graceful on his wheels,
tongue out, a pro now, top dawg.
I just had surgery! It hurts!
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's such a pain!
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My lung! It came apart from the chest wall and the doctor had to put a camera in there and then some glue! Ow!
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