Not just an Emogee, anymore…

true-heart
 
f*cking HMO’s…

They botched my heart surgery–

playing some kinda game of Operation,

but maybe that MO is SOP

Huh

relocated that ticker to my sleeve—

the buzzer went off

an error I lived with some 20 (odd) years

and only when it grew through

my sleeve

–my wool sleeve, wink-wink—

was it deemed necessary to excise it, but

I wasn’t worried!

as my brain had been amputated long since

right along with my knock-knockers

funny bone

and backbone

discs refurbished CD RAM

and while my Achilles Heel was severed in the process, it proved a non-starter since it was a little late for that type of improvement.

transition heal thyself

S’awkward for me, now though. Totin’ that bleeding heart around onna plate.

(gold-plate)

I have to be especially vigilant.

I practically live at Super Cuts.

Keep that that sucker locked up, ‘cause you know…

I wouldn’t want it to be stolen.

©Karen Robiscoe

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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