Gift

i have given my daughter the curse of thinking / intrusive thoughts which grind down the asphalt/ / her quiet place on the airport runway has been reserved / genetically / my sister my cousins either on ssris or self-medicating / i have decided to take the pills so i don’t weep or scream / […]

My Patient Does Not Want to Live

My job today is to sit with him for 12 hours so he doesn’t try to open the blood or close the air. He has not wanted to eat, but this morning he allows French toast and sugar free syrup to nourish him. He even drinks his milk. When the young doctors arrive he barely […]