poem-thoughts
Friday, March 15, 2013
march thirteenth fourteenth fifteen time
This is my medical record page 253
cracks and snaps like hideous
thrift store buttons: my wrist
thumbs and riddles about
like a rhythmless inebriate
clicking to the sore beat
of ineptitude; but seriously,
how much hurt is too much?
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