I dreamt that my leg
rubbed against the furniture,
that there was green shit
on the furniture, that I
was furious with Mother, shouted
at her for putting green shit
on the furniture, that Mother
corrected me, explained that
it was cancer vomit, and I
prayed she would forgive me,
though she is long dead
and had never forgiven me
for anything else.
.
stillfugue 
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on September 17, 2013 - 5:47 pm
Heavy dude, heavy.
#2 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:16 pm
I’m behind on comments. Thank you for yours. I will lighten up!
#3 by clinock on September 24, 2013 - 3:12 am
I’m with Carl, Carl – and admire your poetic courage very much…
#4 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:17 pm
Thank you, John. I appreciate your comment.
#5 by sixthsymph on September 26, 2013 - 9:36 pm
This is relentlessly raw. Amazing.
#6 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:19 pm
Thank you for your comment. You’re very kind.