How does it feel?
Cauterised and future proofed
– think dissected frog and battery cables –
now better than before,
so, they say, so they implore.
How do you feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
Better when he comes,
and gives my heart a proper work out.
Better when I can breathe
and my hair stops hurting.
Better when I can feel
and my world stops spinning.
written for my perennially single, desperately looking, mate David after a minor procedure on his heart for Supra-ventricular tachycardia (SVT) that involved cauterisation of nerves, complete with Sex and The City references
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