the claustrophobic sea

[image: buses]

already, I am feeling the weight
of an overwhelming sadness.
reading letters from anonymous strangers
- these foreign love letters and letters of bitterness.
a blanket, has never felt more welcome.
already, I am feeling the pressure
of expectations outlined in chalk - remember?
where he lay beside you, warm stone in both your bellies.
that satisfaction lingering in both of your mouths, looking at the sky...
that moment,
outlined in chalk.
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Well, all my midterms are done. I feel relieved. I visited Ethel for presumably the last time, yesterday... she's going. Morphine doesn't help anymore. I spent my last half hour with her in a comfortable silence, holding onto her hand as her friend. Her mind is still clear as day, like always, despite not being able to speak or move. I'm going to miss her. 9 years ago, I saw my aunt in the same position. cancer is such a funny thing, eh?