i can count on one

September 12, 2013

i can count on one
hand the times my
vision became
the rim of that
toilet bowl and
nothing more –
a sign of municipal
rejection – my own
body breaking
up with me
.
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with anatomy, body, break-up, food poisoning, illness, poetry, rejection, relationships, stomach, toilet, vomit