wheels
the night before his surgery, my boy’s body is a dark suggestion I inspect with a cell phone’s light. his brain is tucked away. his brain a self-assessing god that, created, has ceased to exist. I hate that I have as all do a floating rib. it would put me in a better place
referring to it as satan’s disabled life raft. I have no advice for those on the operating table. for those above-
say thumbprints. start missing.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
wheels
the night before his surgery, my boy’s body is a dark suggestion I inspect with a cell phone’s light. his brain is tucked away. his brain a self-assessing god that, created, has ceased to exist. I hate that I have as all do a floating rib. it would put me in a better place
referring to it as satan’s disabled life raft. I have no advice for those on the operating table. for those above-
say thumbprints. start missing.
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