by Sascha Fink
A Doctor's Slice
My doctor sliced my brain into thin slivers.
She threw out the damaged sections.
Like my mother excising dark spots
from the potatoes.
The good parts are mashed up
I Was Pushed
Someone pushed me down hard.
I bashed my head on memories.
I can't remember if I got back up.
Sleepwalking through decay
wading feet first, ankle deep
Wisps of thought, slick from ill use,
neglect, and stagnation float in
damp, dank, dark waters.
Moss covered rocks to slip on.
Cold water aches.
Walking forever down the murky river.
Rotting from the outside in.
One day I'd like to go outside
And lay down on the ground during a blizzard
And let the drifting snow cover me
And pretend I was never there.
Last Updated: 4/29/11