I shall lie down at home
and pretend to be dying.
Then the neighbours will all come in
to gape at me, and, perhaps, she will come with them.
When she comes, I won't need a doctor,
she knows why I am ill.
i am sick in bed. to lay in your sick is to lay with your self. To lay with your quiet coughing and distorted voices from your phone and footfalls of other bodies in the house moving, shadows underneath the door a certain essence of a person unconfirmed until i open or crack a sliver and then i will know for sure. that it is not a spirit come to whisk me away but a hand knocking to offer me advil. so i dream wistlessly as i lay in my sick and i hope to go be small enough to live in the nests of flowers and plats at the greenhouse. But oh I must have my phone with me and a sketch book and my partner and some clothes- maybe a skirt. maybe i will have wings too and i will go visit friends from corners where they cant fully see me- shadows under the door i could be anything, anyone, until they open
I have a sinus infection and any time I get sick I pretend to be a Victorian woman on her deathbed
I put on a transatlantic affectation and say “Do not send for me.. I am going home… my time is here… farewell my darling”
And my boyfriend says Vivi please stop I don’t like that
My fitted sheet shrank in the wash.
Every time I try to pull the last corner down another one pings off the bed.
I am Sisyphus, these sheets are my rock.
I cannot rest until my work is done.
I try to make my bed, at least I will never lie in it.
God laughs.
funniest channel on youtube. on the surface they just play music trivia games but then you turn on a video and next thing you know they’re talking about summoning the koolaid man or going to rolling loud north pole