Pleurisy
there’s a clicking
like a stuck joint
when I breathe out
it tells me
something
about what the next week
looks like
feels like
what clothes need washing
is the crockpot
clean
behind the door inside the bedroom
the calendar from Frankie
just two months
at a time
calendars for the body for the doctors for the meditation
for the writing for the household
they fold in
they fold in
they are
the origami game
of primary girls
she tells her fortune
based on numbers
we
call them obs
bp
temp the BUN
I check my stores
of what can kill
and what gives ease
without a cure there’s only what
can hold
the thing at bay
the finger in the dyke
the opiate of the individual
in pain
forever knowing
it will end
and there’s the rub
fantastic! last lines are great...(I hope you're not in pain. I hope you get better in a flash.I hope...x.)
ReplyDeleteI am ok Efi, I have this amazing team that treats me and they chock me with all I need. xx And thanks!
ReplyDeletewe should do a 'this too will pass' anthology .... get well Kezza
ReplyDeleteLOL. We should. xx you too.
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ReplyDeleteSpeedy recovery from all that please, Kerri!
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