So about an hour ago a dear loved one calls me as mom and i driving home and he tells me he almost died…he is hyper ventilating and his heart rate is heart ache high. he is trying to remain calm. he thinks of random thoughts; i tell him i will be home soon and that mom thinks my car smells like Kotex. mom’s jokes are funny yet gross sometimes.
i took a lorazepam and bayer, so i am feeling less hotheaded. i give a fuck when perhaps i should seek help. a little mental help goes a long way i say.
here is a little poem i wrote about today
End of May
I smell like cat drool
Death lurking mule
Grass compost trigger day
Go with the alluvial flow
Fuck mow, joe, and go
Sweetness purrs no hospital stay
Eat ice cream I say.
