she said my veins were hard to find.
make a fist again please. the nurse uptown kept exhaling.
the other nurse downstairs said my blood pressure was too low.
and the one in florida said the levels of medicine in my blood were too high.
well?
what am i supposed to do with all this fucking information?
sometimes i think i am so fragile i am invisible.
i can close my eyes, begin to spin, tracing back to where everything began.
long night, hard paper, elmer's glue and swing-arm fluorescent lamps
the rain the rain
i can't hear you.
slipping language and outlines of foreign pictures
why is everyone talking so quick. wait for me. please.
please
please
this air is running out....