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Become like the right heel of

My great grandma

Calloused, nothing

She feels

Absolutely nothing when she wanders about

Aimlessly her mind sick

W/ preadolescent memories

She made me

Warm milk, butter and sugar

2 help me sleep

become like the teeny tiny hands of

my baby girl

numb, nothing

she feels

absolutely nothing when she runs snow blind

into the house her body covered

w/the winters first snow

she tells me

through shivers “mom I love you soooooooo much!”

2 make me smile

become like the enormous heart of

my, my, self

anesthetized, nothing

I feel absolutely nothing when I wake

Unexpected from a restless slumber

Unconscious subconscious mind games

W/ beads of perspiration

U told me U were in love with me

Only 2 let me go like this

Am I, was I dreamin?

Now I’m making

Countless trips to

Visit my new true love

Mr. Dr. Anesthesiologist

He lays me down gently

Places my arms outstretched

to lay like the sign of the cross

And in the sweetest of voices he tells me

“ count backwards slowly from ten, become like sleep, beauty and let go.”

I am , Wasn’t I

Dreamin’

I can still feel this pain

Please someone

My Heart

Does not feel

Calloused

Please someone

My Heart

Does not feel

Numb

Please someone

CALL MY Dr.

So he can

Anesthetize me

And take away

This fucking pain!

So I feel

Nothing

Absolutely

Nothing

PLEASE!