Sunday, April 9

I almost had to get my stomach pumped

My brother told me the orange cough syrup was slice,
so I drank the whole bottle. Then he convinced
me I was going to die.
humor wears off as soon as change in location sets in.
Case in point: ER, 10 yrs, little white hands pressed
in pale wonderment against the receptionist's glass,
her face a calm delivery of my father's expectations:
No, not a long convalescence where there was never
true chemical--coughing is unequivical to poisoning,
orange blind to thick, dirty dissimilar to guilty, if
you will only apply the truth to the facts,
I have no doubt, absolutely none.
So we drove the two lane back to my brother's
waiting, sweating arms, uncomfortable. Secretly,
though, I thought my short recovery
was the finest gift he could have given me.

Eileen thinks really deep thoughts @ 6:38 PM

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