I mean having been sick this long
Everything has a yellow tinge, a slight
uncomfortable lightness
thin like a sepia photograph
or an old memory
and I would give anything just to see in full color
I would give anything to see anything but frail browns
and frayed yellows
or perhaps to forget the full spectrum and accept that there is just
soil and soil and soil and s***
it tastes of it, it tastes
of Lethe milk obvious in its denial
in taking the shortcut away from suffering
(it will stanch the blood but
disease will penetrate your bones)
and they say no pain no gain but
if sick is all I have to give
then what is left to get?