dreadful woman
eight black trolleys of dirty dishes
I ride on jets of black water
leftovers from breakfast and lunch are washed away
like vomit
they stand squeezed above the drain
in a purple or glowing green strainer
while she cuts the onion heads separately
one by one
carrots or eggplants
or red and green cabbage
burying me in the fat of toasted sausages
the migraine grows and strikes like a hammer
from left to right
forward - backward
vomit erupts to the surface
body nailed to the bed
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written around 18.05 h
19/12/2021
Sunday
(Paralysed in bed; West London)
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