The other day, I wondered what it would be like to set the uniform aside and embrace college life. Let someone else play with the lights and sirens. And save the seizing little boy, and lift the elderly off the floor, and assist the diabetics who need molecular help. What would it be like to […]
Tag: prose poem
Away Went the Clockwork Brain
I love your balding head, and how when you sneeze, your pants soak with incontinence. Sometimes you don’t remember my name. On those days, a dark cloud of denial consoles my pain. The fourth time you served me wheat instead of rye, I devised a blueprint for a metallic mind. It would operate like clockwork, […]
I sold two eyes to forget yours, hoping for a fair price. But losing and remembering are not the same thing, I know. My last day, I lay on Earth, stared up at the periwinkle sky. I thought about the boy who loved bleeding hearts. He witnessed them grow through the weight of time, took tedious notes as he […]
Tuesdays and Thursdays Don’t Mean Much Anymore
I am slowly putting my thoughts down in prose again.
Wendy: A Self-Portrait at Fifty