dying girl holds her stomach
complains of the pains
cat continues to lick himself
pain
Poem #710
a vice gripping my vagina
white-black rips the edge of my vision
it’s been building the whole time
I shove pills in my mouth
chasing them with scalding water
please, make this work
I gulp another one for good measure
the light turns green
the car slugs home
every position is pain
until the medicine creeps in
Poem #673
ear oh ear
when will you stop?
my head hurts enough
Poem #627
recede
retreat
run away