the button



tubes crawl in
juice runs out
yellow gauze and adhesive
wonder and doubt
death grows inside me
like a worm in a plum
i wait for delivery
the pain to be done
good morning mr. sullivan
they smile and they pose
a bed will soon be open
and a door will be closed
the toxic solution
was making me sick
now my thumb’s on the button
click click click
I’m warm and I’m and I’m seasick
sweet green tea and piss
I’m struck by your absence
I’ll never be missed
as the slumbe surrounds me
and the fists pull away
you wander around me
and invite me to stay

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