1. 22:14 23rd Oct 2010

    Tags: my poetry

    catie’s 21st

         I slurped an oatmeal cookie
            and licked dribbles
            off my chin, like
            crumbs
            of organs in my palms;
            the pieces I snatched from
            surgery, feigning intelligence
            in a nurse’s garb - mismatched scrubs,
                purple and blue, skulls on my
           stethoscope. Hours later,
            you told your mother
            “I saw the light”
            and asked her to sleep with you
            because if I were there,
            I would.