When he can't make you come
Your practicality
would have you
carve carefully
but maybe you'll
take the lathe out this time
and shave until the blade
is as dull
as you keep
your nails...
Please:
Try it all
with sap
still running...
Try working
alive.


The Fibromyalgian's dealings with the disorder, and with the medical establishment that doesn’t know more about it than a patient with Internet access. Plus essays on just about anything.
When he can't make you come
Your practicality
would have you
carve carefully
but maybe you'll
take the lathe out this time
and shave until the blade
is as dull
as you keep
your nails...
Please:
Try it all
with sap
still running...
Try working
alive.
Posted by
Andy Rooney
at
11:26 PM
Labels: calvin, calvin bandini, fibromyalgian, poem, poems
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