Snow in the Forecast
the socks the hospital sent me home inare green. Google tells me that meansIndependant. I’ll take it.The ominous threat of a biting winterhas my wallet wrung out and shiveringmuch like how I wake from anesthesia, freezing.I dont remember waking this time thoughand wonder how long I was independantbefore awareness caught upwith my tremor struck handslifting…
On Telehealth, Therapists, & God
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not much feel-good when the circumstances outweigh the circus bit
a chimpanzee breaks free from her keepof menagerie walls to roam war-torn streets. little could she know, the state of decaybeyond the display. habitable jungle? continents away, the zoologist though, without a qualm from cautionary stories,“keeper’s face torn off by chimp” type inflammatory sensationalization, didn’t have to suggest much or ask;when the rain started, she…
a rising tide lifts all
The sun came in with glabrous qualms,demanding a presence before the chilled seasons were done;it seared past the clouds, and scared off the rain;the may flowers withered into fertile beds again.In the center of the town, though, the people rejoiced,buying bathing suits and sandals for double last year’s average price;salt and shovels were haphazardly shoved…
tear glazed, after William Carlos Williams, unwittingly so.
I watched an SUV barrel through a patch of chickens crossing the road without cause the downstairs neighbor apologized as we bumped shoulders collecting mail from the rain