shuffled mortal coil || the panda trash

terrified that any moment now war will break out between her white and red blood cells and she’ll be powerless to stop it is it something ancient? or something she ate? is there a painless solution that ends with amicable terms for each combatant? she wore no green for St. Patty’s, her 6th grade students won’t let her forget, lest history repeat itself. pinch me I’m the dreaming dead. is it something growing? is it something dormant? will it only take one tremor for one moment to shake loose something dangerous and set it upon the populace? i wish i knew i wish i knew what my body was trying so hard to tell me all the connectors have disconnected and all the West Enders wound up East Ended. and all the pretenders have stopped pretending they say what they mean, such inelegant geometry is this your idea of heaven? our better angels most unflattering angles? i wish i knew i wish i knew how to intercept the brainwaves that now rot upon the shorelines like so many stranded jellyfish. maybe i should be laughing? (no! no!) maybe I should be crying? (No! no!) maybe I should be waiting for another’s reaction before reacting? i’m joking. i’m just so freakin’…. 

i’m joking. i’m just so funny. voted most likely to (murder! sell out! obliterate!) voted most likely to (marry, baby, postpartum crash out!) voted most likely to dissociate evaporate 
and rain on your pity parade