Listening to Delilah After Dark. Again?

I too need the pablum of sweet Christian nonsense

again

before it was happy
it is a memory of pain that sends a bittersweet hallelujah through my nostrils down past my pallets further south to tickle my larynx breaking down in my lungs filling my epigastrium with uncontrollable actually torturous spasms of violent laughter ending in fabled tears

I don't feel well my abdomen hurts

please not now

I crawl over to my laptop barely able to pull its cord I also find the circle with a line impregnating it press it and then almost click the okay button

dark cold Eve

wake to Delilah, again? Delilah dedicates this next song to an expecting mother whose husband is overseas protecting our rights of freedom

I stretch out my primary muscle groups to stop the cramping but oh my god am I bleeding am I losing my own child

again

I use my remaining strength to call my greatest friend Paul who talks to sooth and drives me to the hospital's

end.



© Donald Grube, 2010