[written about my mother] <br /> <br />I have been watching you suffer <br />poisoned by drugs your body needs <br />to keep your heart pumping <br />and your lungs breathing <br />confetti-like pills with acidic names <br />that raise pus-colored ulcers <br />across the geography of my tongue <br />when I try to pronounce them <br />(I hate how the harsh clusters of consonants <br />like Zs and Xs and Ks and Ds <br />scrape them against their blistery grain <br />and leave a bloody taste in my mouth) <br /> <br />your cure could very well kill you <br />so I have no choice but to watch you suffer<br /><br />Wendy Lloyd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-been-watching-you-suffer/
