Prose – Thistle Thoughts

Visions Again

Lie awake, craving the taste of lakewater and the scent of September rhubarb.

I am a burden with a mouth.

Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.

Being sick all the time is some bullshit,
Lemme tell you.

I think I’ve transcended pain flare-ups.
I’ve been husked.

Somebody’s fingerprints
might leave a message.

Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.

This winter has been a deep freeze.

…I couldn’t stop being entranced by Sissy Spacek’s freckles & her crystal blue eyes…

Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.