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By Misti Date: 2002 Apr 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.30.03.38.6782]] |
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if i could afford to call in sick today i would call in and say i am sick of sadness i am sick of crying curled up in the chair my body shaking primal sobs escaping what the fuck is wrong with me ever ever ever never okay i think of death and how good it must be being free from so much feeling i cry for my brother who is starving physically and psychologically i cry for my mother who is broken i cry for my husband who is too much good for my blood i cry for the daughter i see in some of the children who say But Teacher, How Did the Mens Get to the Moon? i cry for pills in a bottle the pills i would love to wash down with Vox i thought the tears would finally dry up but they don't if i could call in sick today i would call in sick of sadness and drive to a place that has more water than i do. |