pain and mistakes
I am recovering from this open surgery
I am recovering from this pain and mistakes
people make even at the cost of a life
to them we are just fucking numbers.
I am recovering from this pain and mistakes
people make even at the cost of a life
to them we are just fucking numbers.
They almost got me by pushing insulin
when i never had a history of diabetics
and I started shouting when I realized.
Soon they stopped and got so angry that
they threw me out of the ICU.
I was lucky not to get into that
insulin-induced coma from which
many people could never return.
Hanging midway like Artaud
during his last few months
between living and the dead.
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This poem by Subhankar Das originally appeared in Dead Snakes on 5.19.15.