12/6/2015
*"my pill is white.
It is a splendid pearl;
it floats me out of myself.*"
Anne Sexton
a dose of one
i douse myself with cold
exposure therapy. extreme temperature.
too late
i already did that last year
smoking new ports down to the stub
in 15 degree weather,
frost bite settling in
oh well time to go back inside
and I begin to think a little too fast
one foot in front of the other
my head pulses, a cardiac muscle
on its own,
the nerves pressing my cranium
I wince,
think,
decide that that is disgusting
take three pills and
it is like being held
i almost never feel this way
entangled in a sort of woolen comfort
synthetic tenderness that
lulls me to sleep
forces me with sharp hand
to count the sheep
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
12/6/2015
*"my pill is white.
It is a splendid pearl;
it floats me out of myself.*"
Anne Sexton
a dose of one
i douse myself with cold
exposure therapy. extreme temperature.
too late
i already did that last year
smoking new ports down to the stub
in 15 degree weather,
frost bite settling in
oh well time to go back inside
and I begin to think a little too fast
one foot in front of the other
my head pulses, a cardiac muscle
on its own,
the nerves pressing my cranium
I wince,
think,
decide that that is disgusting
take three pills and
it is like being held
i almost never feel this way
entangled in a sort of woolen comfort
synthetic tenderness that
lulls me to sleep
forces me with sharp hand
to count the sheep