Is it wrong to wish myself into a hospital bed?
To fantasize only of the sound of my faint
gasps whispered into a respirator
Or the electronic hum of my heart monitor
I'll soon be baptized in IV fluids
Held Holy Communion with just
the wine in my blood bag and a
confession with my Attending
It would at least be proof that someone gives a damn.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
