Dangerous Compassions

good time

It’s early morning, the trains are out, the sun is coming up over the powerplant windmills.  That’s what Ming said.  He’s playing with his phone.

I had fitful dreams and my shoulder hurt so I got up at 5am, done trying.

I seem to be coughing less.  Maybe I’m getting better?  It’s been a week since my chest x-ray and my doctor still hasn’t called me back.  I’d like to fire her, but I don’t know a better alternative.

Think I left my favorite socks on the clothesline.  I’m going to ask R to take them down.  They’re a happy turquoise kind of color.

I need to make a list of all the changes I want to make in my life.  Birthday’s a good time.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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