in the story of my life
i would be a girl
a pill-saddened
milk-laden
mouth-breathing girl
in the story of my life
i'd want to be a lamb
a milk-giving soft-breathing
daisy-laden lamb
in the story of my life
i am a blob
a pill-breathing
life-sleeping
half-pretty slob.
I am at a mental hospital in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I had never been to this city before. My room is right next to the bay of telephones. I feel sad hearing so many patients start conversations with their friends or family and then so soon say, "Oh, you have to go? Well...goodbye."
Comments
Post a Comment