Sliced

 

I shouldn’t write when sick

I shouldn’t do much of anything

I shouldn’t commit myself to what

Might need defending

From ignorance, later on

 

But

When I write some truer part of me leaks out

Anyway

And that seems good

Maybe healthy—I don’t know

Because I am not whole

 

Because I breathe in parts

 

C L Couch

 

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