“Life’s Sucking Chest Wounds”

Life is a series

of simulated sucking

chest wounds (visiting)*!


  • (An even earlier iteration of the 3 a.m. New Year’s Day wakeup-and-write-me! I added the “(visiting)” Jan. 2 at 10:32 a.m. to make the last line fit, resolving solving solvent’s sake.  I am oh so not-glad I’ve got a freeze-prep chorelist awaiting in 90 minutes. But there is chicken to chop into the veg swimming in its former sweat-turned-broth.  If I behave – possible even merely reprehensible, say, as opposed to demented or just this side of deplorable – perhaps I will toss in some parsley and chives to go with some crusty good bread and saltless fresh butter that screams eatmenow! before I rot!)

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