Well the spasms, them turds

i couldn’t get to sleep what with all the back spasms and all

and the smell of babyshit wrapped around my head from all the drugs

so i stayed up all night watching Rome from Mookey and looking at Oracle illustrations in iPhoto to cull my collection

this is after the early days of pain sweats, of constant fans and damp t-shirts, of the searing effort of rolling out of bed w my ribs clenched

of trying to wipe my ass w the shit paper that Pete tore off and folded for me, for the L shoulder hysterical and useless while the R shoulder just a capsule of broken glass, walking my fingers down my R butt-cheek like the yellow pages because lacking the strength to move the arm there on its own accord

then trying to shit out the rabbit turds that the oxy* give you, so abso no satisfying shits, but the stink of dirty diaper constantly up my nose