the hospital released him
and he was okay, for the most part
he didn't know how long it would
take for everything to heal but
he had to wait, and off to home he yet
at home, it felt much better
than the sterile environment
which he was trapped within
there was nothing to do but lay
in bed for the time being
it's hard to do things now
there were two shots, two injuries
which punctured his lungs, requiring
surgery to an extreme degree
and here he was at home, struggling
to eat his cereal without some help
eventually it got better
but it was hard to do certain things
obviously reaching his hair wasn't a choice
so when she sniffed his hair, she decided
that she would the do the job herself
oh, i didn't expect that
she's pretty good at hair washing
she's a professional, the best there ever was
and how could i have been ignorant to this fact all along?
there is something wrong with me
her hands feel so good, oh my gods, please never let this end
and she retreats and he remembers
that she smelled like peaches when he got shot
(she was always telling people he wanted them to break up,
and the one time it got bad, it wasn't even his fault,
but he got punished anyways, boom, boom, i shot you twice
boom, boom, may you roll the fates' dice)
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
