Misery Makes You Happy

Drench those cotton sheets–

soak them in the pool.

Collect every memory,

heavy and heart sickening.

Wrap those cotton sheets

’round your frail shoulders.

Carry every memory,

heavy and heart sickening.

Your soft bones absorb

the pain, like a sponge

swelling pink with chicken blood

spilt on the kitchen counter.

Keep bacteria–

indulge in illness,

vomitous, and feverish,

heavy and heart sickening.

Misery makes you happy.

 

 

 

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