I survived by sitting quietly, invisible.
A back straightening stool, my lone edifice.
By eating the last of everything; kidney beans
included. Watching people, alive, outside:
They lanked, they swerved, one sat squat
as an injured accordion, a deep throated
wah, as his head appeared then disappeared
above and beneath this window of mine.
I survived by counting the Robins, there was one.
Has there ever been more than one?
I survived by differentiating, by differentiating
between grey and lighter grey, this was colourful.
I survived by pissing through the abandoned cat flap.
I never took a shite, it didnít seem right. I was happy
to hold it, to grow pregnant, to suffer like woman.
I survived by pumping a two-pound sugar bag.
Afraid to consume, should it rot my rotting teeth
and bring dentists in their white coats, stumbling
over dog shit and dead children. I survived
by opening the door and stepping outside.
Here's to the survivors...and that one Robin.
bump for survivors