the other night i sat in the hospital ER
with my head feeling like jello

raspberry jello , cause that's my favourite

turning 90 degrees to my left sat a robust lady with

red lesions all over her body, and the temperament of her eyes masked by mirrored sunglasses

i believe she was sleeping , which was noticeable by, the endless spit falling down the declivities of her chin

i simply rotate, the new friendship bracelet with my name and date of birth on it.

brian thomas jefferson

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@$@!@$@#$ and a social security number i don't feel like sharing


7/26/1900

no i'm not 106 but i felt the gaze of a lady closer to that age upon me

she asked what i was there for and i told her

she said she was 92 and her lungs we're filled with fluid

i stared at the mechanical sundial on the wall

and continued to

wait like a hopeless child until my name is uttered by the bearded medicine man


i felt infinitesimal amongst these other people

other people with real problems

other people who needed help more than i

i was there for just a simple MRI

hours later

i sat on a bed and watched a doctor show pictures of my brain

i was free to go


my disoriented walking was due to the medicine

i had taken earlier

but for once i feel my problems are insignificant