st. dzerzhinsky or the peculiar methods of falling asleep

taking too long. way, waaay too long.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

not unless you're terrified of dying

when i said to the doctor
that it was my second
his professional
indifference
shifted to unease.

ah,
the restraints of basic
medical insurance...

can't stop imagining them
breeding
squirming
in my cells,
vectored to fuck up
all
with their unyielding
presence.
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