to share it. My scanner only scans things as jpgs. This makes it like a photo. I haven't been able to put up pix of my adorable puppy, and I think this would be the same thing. Any ideas?
BTW, the poem is by Rynn Williams from her book Adonis Garage. It;s called Hep C. THe poem after that might also be or it might be about HIV; I couldn't tell.
BTW, the poem is by Rynn Williams from her book Adonis Garage. It;s called Hep C. THe poem after that might also be or it might be about HIV; I couldn't tell.
Hep C
On West 24th I uncovered my anger.
Raw brick and batten, three flights up
with a great view of nowhere, it was there
I pulled my hard little chair to the wall,
went unshowered for weeks, shrank from all mirrors,
where I spit on the floor, learned to love a straight razor,
me with my sleeve rolled up past my elbow, my peppermints
and my parochial skirt, my fingerless gloves and my dented spoon.
This was years before my liver renounced me - solid, shapeless slug
that sucked everything up like a sex-starved chaperone,
bloodbuddy with everyone in our nasty little neighborhood,
my royal big sister, ponderous watchdog -
enraged at having had to live my life.
http://www.dailystrength.org/groups/alternative-treatments-for-hep-c/media
BTW, she died young, but not from HCV.