Dr. Pratistha Strong, D.O. – Personalized Private Medical Care
We live our lives just like this: Like the way we sleep on the floor altogether and it seems like we’ve done this forever, Like the way we clean every week and we don’t get to relax even if we are tired if we don’t clean every week, Like the way we use the toilet […]
Read More Our livesGrow, grow from seed. Two—one part from me –one part from you. Grow, uterus, grow. In a water balloon of life, Hide her in there, Let her play and sleep, Even just a little while longer. Grow, uterus, grown. Anchor those steaks of round ligaments, Swell out a tent of muscle, Push my […]
Read More Grow(For the lucky, Expire when you realize you’re getting just a little older. For the ones that live and live and live, Do you end up just living to die?) Time measured in toothpaste tubes. Enough time to roll the bottom end up. Make that toothpaste keep it’s promise. Hold the roll with a […]
Read More Time Measured in Toothpaste TubesHis human respiration ceased. Agonal breaths remained. A waterless fish lying on the tile floor. A blooming tulip pulled out of its pot home. His hair human-like –silver strands –gold strands –long strands combed and parted to the side. Vermillion border of his lips dissipating. Tubes and wires and beeps and hisses and clugs and […]
Read More I See YouThings lost forever: A tile magnet from Spain. A pair of black tweezers. A pair of red sunglasses. (I found those in 2015, tucked in a drawer, resting in it’s case.) Where are you objects of unnecessity? Why do I obsess about you all? Things I can never lose: The patch of long […]
Read More Things Lost ForeverHave a cookie, Like a tourist. Sit down, And eat yamari. Tasty treat. Dear to hearts. Lose some weight With E. coli pie. Drink water, And survive.
Read More Like A TouristMaybe so if the skies were red and white and green. People will wonder where it all was. That it was really a dream. And we all woke up at the same time. And the sky woke up too. The colors elated. Turn into lollypops and dragonflies. And the macho pinks would have a battle […]
Read More The Macho PinksHot. Desert-like. Humid. Coast. Roaches. The sea, not really. The Gulf is dirty. The wind. The sand. Beaches. No coconuts. Hair tangled. Can’t comb. Ever get that fixed? Palm trees. Should they be here? Who brought them first? Knots in hair. Should have brought a comb. Why did I not condition my hair? Want to […]
Read More San DunesCan you let me paint myself to sleep? Paint the sky. That is me. The blinks. Those are my moles. The mountain. Two. That, my feet. Is that who I want to be remembered as? A robust set of constellations in the night spread across two mountains? Perhaps that is all I will show […]
Read More Mediocrity in All the Grandest Night SkiesGoat feat into goat meat. The dust sweeps while fat eats. Ruminant’s bowels, an easy forty. Towels in the bathroom. There is no water. There is no electricity. Sit for an hour and watch generosity. Sleep or steep tea in the dark. When cats bark there is no me. Go home and hate it. Go […]
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