for the sake of...

i turned the corner. the attending was detaining the ICU fellow as the latter was trying to enter the men's bathroom.

i know what it's like to be the ICU fellow. everyone wants a piece of you. all the time. i mean, my friend couldn't even go to bathroom without someone having some sort of patient care thingie to discuss that seemed important enough that he had to stop him. to STOP HIM FROM GOING PEE.

oh, the humanity!

artifact

i kind of like it.

bauble

most of the friends with whom i used to correspond i have lost to love. and by "love" i mean alaska. just kidding. i mean romantic love. uh-huh.

so because they are all gone now, busy splashing happily about in seas of lovey luv love, i am not sure what to do with that which i have found.

misplaced as it is, i honestly don't know what to do. i hold it out before me in my open palm and squint at it. it looks vaguely familiar but seems much less powerful than i thought it'd be. it makes me feel fretful. and distantly happy. and stressed. and ashamed.

i should enjoy it. or cherish it and caress it and dance with it clasped to my chest. instead i just keep staring at it with furrowed brow.

then i clench my fingers around it, squeeze hard, and shake my fist at you. at all of you.