6.02.2012

Tonight.

I go to work. I look like death but act like I don't. I lift heavy bags of extruded animal protein and binders.

The other moments I spent sitting on a chair.

We usually don't get a chair but my leg
So...

Later I buy a pink and red twisted rope for my dog at home. She lies on top of
It while chewing on
an empty

Aluminum
Can.

I make dinner:
Chicken fat
Tomatoes
Beer

I watch the spreading thing
Going on with my
Leg

And Lori

Traces a circle around it
So that
We can watch it overcome its perimeters

Will I run out of blood?

June One

Two days ago I fell into a ravine. Something about falling, exposing blood and torn flesh mixed with dirt brings back memories of childhood like nothing else can. I am still young. I can still fall and get cut up. The resulting scrape was fairly large but stopped bleeding very quickly. I walked home slightly self conscious about it and the grass stains on the back of my pants. I washed it with orange soap in a lather. By the next day a red rash was growing around it and a swell. By nightfall it was becoming painful to walk and off to emergency I went. Doctor's consult: Rapidly spreading skin infection, wicked antibiotics. I had to start them immediately. The nurse handed me two horse pills and a paper cup of water. I am still young. Still young enough to visit the ER in every town in which I am living. It should begin to subside in 24 hours.

Last month I was bitten by a dog.