Tagged: illness
buttery goodness
buttery goodness
is as good as buttery
badness – it’s a jam
.
20200924:2150
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my six aunts and
my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.
grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.
as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
20180512:1047
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daily, the ratio of our
daily, the ratio of our
defenses to foreign
invasions appears
balanced. without
acknowledging the
expectation, we are
often surprised
when we break down
.
20160308:0759
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the doctor prescribes
i can count on one
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
.
20130912:0900
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illness stages its
illness stages its
presence
so beautifully –
things it
breaks and things
it leaves
broken
.
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