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† † † † † † a midwinter day dream

 



its been a week
since i have spoken to you
thanks to the chemo my libido is dead gone
my skin feels like kalahari in winter
my body a battered battleground
the doc says i don't produce
enough saliva which is
detrimental to my recovery

i talk in whispers or nod
most of the times i just drift farther
further away from all the strange voices
noises all around me that talk of
strange lands in alien languages

today someone asked me
what i wish to do this week
i broke down and blamed it on
my ssri overdose in recent times
before pretending to fall asleep
afterwards i slept for real and
there was a dream where neath
the dark green canopy of
deciduous trees and amidst
the chirping of mynas with
the breeze carrying the
maddening smell of ripe
palm i was lying
nakedsoileddelirious
as you breathed in
the same air
resting on
my chest

thank heavens
think i will
be just
fine
.

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