Noodles to Needles
I wake to the smell of noodles.
it is early afternoon.
skies are grey,
rain stopped by for a visit, I didn't answer the door.
Stupid phone.
woke me from a dream.
I was laying in a pool
of green and blue paint.
the colors did not blend.
Knitters were blasting thier tunes.
Golden oldies of the soul.
As one they spoke my name aloud.
Vomit chicken
Bone splintering from the concrete they were throwing at my feet.
Blue and green
Arise and smell the day.
bruises in hidden spaces
hidden from the prying eyes.
woken to the smell of noodles
fell asleep with a needle in my arm. Needles to noodles and back again.
I push the nurses call button
and ask for seconds.
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