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a reprieve

a reprieve

when the dust has settled

when radioactive isotopes have
blasted their last

when rivers of chemicals
no longer scream through veins

this is remission
the battle is won

for now.

© Bridget Noonan, 2010, 2011.

Happy Sunday, to those who don’t celebrate the Christian holiday. Happy Easter/Zombie Jesus day, to those who do celebrate.
I’m not feeling chatty today.



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blah day

I’m not quite sure what I call this one.


outside my window there is
little more than grey drizzle
on gritty snow; this purgatory,
not quite winter, but not yet spring,
stifles any attempt to live in it.
this brown snow is winter’s spray tan,
a sad attempt to hang onto a passing season;
wrinkled at the eyes, forehead and lips,
caked in foundation and false eyelashes.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Feel like crap today. I dragged myself into work after an attempt to call in sick. Apparently puking off and on all morning is a picnic, and I am an indispensable cog for the machine leading up to zombie Jesus day. Never mind that staying home and resting will ensure that I’ll be 100% for Saturday’s insanity.

Whatever, fuck it. I’m going to sleep.

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