Delicious
Instant IV flush
Spreads a soothing salve
Tethering my frantic focus
Refreshing videos, scrolling images
Amassing armaments of tabs, apps to bypass abandonment to a still brain
Care from the nurses, but the colors on my screen
Tuck me in, titrate till time runs out
Immunized to my fears
Oblivious to my doubts
Numb to my hopes
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Stop Losing Things
When Sasha was six, she had a much enduring conductor’s cap that continuously went missing. The white and blue stripes spent evenings abandoned under splintered see-saws or camouflaged under empty quarter water containers in her backpack. When she noticed its absence, usually while eating dinner on the couch, she’d spill the side dish of corn in her Banquet frozen meal tray in her hurry to find it. Andrei, three years older, told his sister to shut up her crying and searched with her, staying up after she’d gone to sleep clutching the hat, to wipe the couch and turn the lights out. On these occasions, Sasha fell asleep believing that Andrei had hidden the hat on purpose.
By Faith Lucas3 years ago in Families
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