By one the sky was evening-dark. By two the sky had split. So not unlike a sail. And then we must fall off. A sky open like arms. The street like a sigh.

Never, that place is always been occupied by my mother. And no one can ever take her place. You might not be concerned with this but I am, of course. I have had to face profoundly dishonest and mean friends and i have learnt that some people jus.

With my body burning and face red. I travel miles, to meet my angel. The mortal being with stethoscope and a white coat. I tell him about my sickness. Night chill, fever, weight loss, dizziness. He listens patiently while I complain. Once I am done, I am pushed on the bed. And needles are inserted in my body. My infected blood, taken away from me. My internal organs, examined. Prescription full of medicine, given. I thank him and kiss his hand.