All forms of casualty had been deposited in the leftover store.
Many kinds of grave mistakes…placed in a rusty meat grinder and set aside for fast food.
My self-indulgence, to my surprise, had not been so easy to feed.
I began to lay my body in state…state of conflict.
I went to the doctor to shred all copies of my aches and ailments.
He had been in awe of the toxic difficulties…and, staying sane.