I'm a full-time healthcare provider. To myself. People assume that you're cured after transplant, and that you go on your merry way with your phenomenal donor lungs and you live forever and ever with just the odd complication, sail through life, find a partner, have a lovely courtship, get engaged, get married in between a … Continue reading Plan F
You've seen the house built and you've seen it torn down. Then you saw your daughter drown. Knitting your air with misplaced fear you roll in the water like jellyfish, screaming at the wall, trying to manipulate currency with a fist in your mouth.
I wish that you would just fuck off with your fuck up of an ego. Fuck. * you self-indulgent wanker, go drown yourself in your trite fuckery. * leaving you behind, I sweep up Ganesha love - where I need to be. * choking on the oil - a slick of love; puffs of sound pull … Continue reading ‘how I am feeling’ haiku