Life's A Party
At first, it’s a party. People come over. They bring food and flowers and booze. They clean. They cook. "Hey there, how's everything going with you?"? They ask because they truthfully want to know. They carry books and ask you to go on walks. They plan the memorial. They stay by your side on that day of celebration. Like a birthday party, a memorial celebrates a life.
The Brain — is wider than the Sky
Every day, exponentially expanding, are my thoughts. I then forget them.
Death is Nature
Sticky hair, messy. But not too messy, the point is to die with as little mess as possible, hence the bathtub.
Retrograde and Antegrade Amnesia: The Battles In My Brain
My memories are shrapnel and bloody bits of flesh and jagged pieces of time.
