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| mirobial. full of water. bad water. this husk is rehydrating. with infected water. so much water that i have to drain and measure the excess daily and enter the amount into a spreadsheet. bloody water with cellular detris. broken. i am. out of order. all minor key, sleep surrounds me. i spent the three day weekend under cover. waking up to take medication, eat fruit loops out of the box and wash them down with coca cola. i tried for three days to go to the drug store. i have to buy saline solution and start flushing the drainage tubes with a hypodermic nedle twice a day. but i could leave the apartment. i could get dressed and i could sit and i could wait until the sleep song played and then i could sleep. its a beautiful song. and i sing along. nothing is broken. nothing is old. nothing is alone. nothing is waiting. in this song. i stand at the water edge. on the sleepers ledge and look down. i watch the riples spread on the dead sea. this is me. the circle is complete. almost. a ghost. a host to infection. i am alive with microbes. i am in a state of transitional flux. broken. i am. out of order. |