Apr 20, 2020
The Sick
Originally written in January
After a week drips
past and my girl doesn’t call,
with me broken and missing
my old toothbrush and favorite mug,
a necklace she bought and slipped
around my neck one evening
and yanked on til the clasp
failed the next, my eyes itch
and my head pounds,
aching to reverberate out of my skin
and back into the arms of my girl.
So I head to the doctor.
I sit on the…
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