Friday 29 June 2012

It takes me off guard everytime
As much as I see the necessity
appriciate it actually
the willing and efficient slicing
as she talks
about retirement and the weather
Tucking one more piece of my flesh into a neat plastic cup
labeled with all that is needed to connect me to the diagnosis,
but nothing that connects me to you
Forever lost into the unknown world
of labritories filled with bits and pieces of other souls.
No more flesh lost today than what has been left in the gravel of my childhood driveway
or the slight scrapes under lovers fingernails
And yet it leaves me wheepy
and lonely
Missing all those little pieces of me


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