poem: on a scale of 1 to 10

“So on a scale of 1 to 10

how bad is the pain?”

I wonder if the doctor thinks

I lack ambition;

10 seems so peculiarly small

to describe the sensation

of having the back of my skull smashed open

with a claw hammer.

Be generous doctor –

some days pain cannot be confined

to your disjointed understandings.



Poem: fairy tales



anxiety anxiety

crawling now all over me

am i dragon, fiery beast

feared till bled

from sword released

or just some foolish maiden

without head

who lay beneath the dragon

until dead