Tuesday, December 10, 2002

i'm okay, then.

"are you okay?" she asks me.
"define okay," i say.

what does it say about me,
that i live through being
close to death?
that sickness, pale flesh
is welcome?
death is becoming an
answer to the problem
that is posed by you?
go on, tell me what a SICK FUCK
i've become.

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