Spring is in the AirEvelyn Posamentier
brain leaves no note, wouldn't know what to say. i sat on the top step, head in lap, vertigo. brain comes back, world is too small. doctor steps into brain, investigates silent lesions. 12 weeks of drugs arrive, cannister for biohazardous waste awaits the used needles. who do you trust? silent lesions cross the night sky, an unwanted con- stellation. the noise of disease, an invisible storm. who do you trust? brain leaves no note. the silent lesions have a plan.
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