I take
Morning poison,
Bitter as my coffee.
Although this stuff could kill a rat
I thrive.
VOUS LISEZ
Exhale
PoetryA close brush with death focuses the mind on the meaning of life. Many of these poems reflect on insights gleaned during recuperation. The rest are fun.
Cinquain: "Anticoagulant"
I take
Morning poison,
Bitter as my coffee.
Although this stuff could kill a rat
I thrive.