Thursday, 31 March 2011

no and then

forgetful patients are the hardest to treat

and then a mild girl comes with a child who has been scratching his face so he has to have his nails filed. The dust piles. Not a real emergency, hopefully next time she'll think before she dials.

and then the window opens up for the first time and it's like I have a renewed thirst as a burst of sunlight shines through and then a man reaches in and slaps me in the face and I realise once again that I am forever cursed.

and then I head to the gym because in my head I need it. I run 10 minutes on the treadmill, my legs feel like lead, I am defeated.

Monday, 14 March 2011


The sweat pouring forth your pores stinks of puberty. You sit and devour a peanutty chocolate bar. You walk the rest of the way.

His hamstring is stretched to the point of no return. It snaps in two. He regrets signing up for hot yoga.

Her life partner cuts her hair short as a sign of love and pride. She is no longer attracted to this short-do'd lady. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Their bottoms graze as they bend to sit on the toilet. He wishes she didn't drink those three cups of coffee today. She realizes this toilet was made for one.