15
Nov
10

To Be So Cured


    When the voices tighten in furious flux,
                it sucks
    all the air that'd made up what'd been me
                    to be
    so settled, so fixed, so very obscured.
                        So cured
    must mean only that part of me's endured.
    The part that's safe for me to leave alone.
    That's touched as skin as if it's at its bone.
            It sucks to be so cured.

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2 Responses to “To Be So Cured”


  1. 2010.11.15 at 4:29 pm

    Sometimes the treatment is worse than the disease it seems.

  2. 2010.11.19 at 8:31 am

    Life is a bitch, and then you’re cured.


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