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fernknits — My Sent(i)ence
Published: 2014-09-26 09:03:17 +0000 UTC; Views: 281; Favourites: 6; Downloads: 0
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Description To my ECT nurse:

The quick pulse
kicks through shocking,
cold, sticky gel
that later I'll comb
through hair that stands
on end from the jolts
of spreading Sux, of seizure,
of brutally brief torpor --

afterward, recumbent, fighting
recognition:  the acerbic pill
on my potsherd tongue:  I swill
with your stingy paper sip
my exposed disgrace.
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Comments: 5

WheresAJacket [2014-09-26 19:18:19 +0000 UTC]

this does make sense and I understand that you have a lot to deal with in your life. 

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fernknits In reply to WheresAJacket [2014-09-26 22:58:49 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, and thanks for reading.

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Michel-le-fou [2014-09-26 09:20:30 +0000 UTC]

Really keen expression. I remember that your group intro said you wrote a long time , like me?, and this shows up well. Keep going.

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fernknits In reply to Michel-le-fou [2014-09-26 18:26:28 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the encouragement!  It means a lot.

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Michel-le-fou In reply to fernknits [2014-09-26 19:52:49 +0000 UTC]

I wanted to say that your poems reminded me of both stream of consciousness and postmodern women writers writing about mental disorders.

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