2011-05-14

Numb to the Blandness

Sometimes I get so numb, so numb that I can't stand it,
But to survive I must enjoy the numbness, savor the blandness,
Look with relish at the trough of lukewarm oatmeal --
My life -- stretching off to the horizon.
How I long for something crunchy, a hot pepper,
Or a piece of ice to sting my teeth;
Something to let me feel pain and pleasure again,
Instead of seeing how much more comfortable I can get.
-- October, 1991 copyright © 1991, 2005

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