
I don’t need anesthesia
He pushes a button and the chair slowly mechanically moves leans back pushes me open w i d e W I D E R I’ve got the whole world in my mouth my goggles fog seeing trauma in my jaw a root/canal a partial? a date I can't recall and the conversation morphs to my sleep meds and allergies latex But I stop talking once sirens blare I don't reach for it Keep my fists under my lap clutched clenched I no longer search drill or load ammo Suck, breathe, clear I think the steps as he's covering my mouth backwards counting from 12, 11, 10... Drifting Tumbling 6, 5...canvas duffeling falling camels Fucking punching the sand my guts spill out of poetry At least these days, my mind I know the difference between a memory and a mind trick Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Maggs Vibo
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