a shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait for nothing.
how shameful to have none!
in a uniy of sentiments, we have none!
tragic press of ego into marble, into walls, into ruins.
how many would have chosen the 'ladies' over what is more,
when, after we are (not-)gone,
i recall the 'M' of my hairline receding,
tickle of a cough and i fart.
time for our medication!
set our hearts to rhythm,
lower our blood pressure.
you look good today, would you like to go to the bathroom?
feet apart, firmly placed, lean forward, push the arms of yr chair;
‘nose over toes.’ there you go, slowly.
