Day: July 21, 2011

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images in my mind, recently

my Mother’s head
covered in blood
as was the broken window next to her
in the brown van
1988

waking up from
counting backwards
under anesthetic
feeling like I was hit by a truck
looking around
wondering how I got from there
to wherever I was
1985

"waking up" from those times I’ve blacked out from having my blood drawn
that other-worldly feeling
so close at hand
finger-tips grazing

typing on a manual
a letter weakly pressed leaving a space:
fi ger

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