Dangerous Compassions

spinach broth

You know I haven’t had any solid food since Tuesday.  “You call that eating?” Mom said when I told her about my delicious meals of veggie broth and juice. 

Something about jello.  I told her it isn’t vegetarian.  She was kind of, eat the damn jello.

“I thought about it,” I said thoughtfully, imagining thinking.

“There’s a secret surprise,” I said.  “When you get to the end of the bowl of veggie broth, there are some little tiny carrot bits.”

Veggie broth fantasies.  An array, from carrot broth to spinach broth–how delicious.  For some reason Ming’s suggestion of cauliflower broth made me laugh.  What’s the funniest broth?

In real life I have suggested he buy me mushroom broth.  I also want grape juice, white and purple.

Last night when I was sleeping, the bad drugs were still in me, messing up my dreams.  Vivid visions and the wrong voices.  I was talking sometimes, but it wasn’t me.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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