by God is that God looking down on me?
what does she/he want from me?
am i being given a mission? impossible?
why me? why not me?
am i the chosen one or just a random sucker?
Can they give me superpowers? suckkkkkkkkker
strength i already have that immortality they can
keep it invisibility cloak yes please! how bout a ride home?
but then i’d have to give directions and i only have a trail of
breadcrumbs surgical instruments:
clamps
catheters
drainage-tubes with yellowy fluid filling
red + black + blonde clumps of hair
can they take me to their leader? to my lost people?
is anyone home up there?! i mean what are they good for? absolutely nothing?
turns out they want me to write a how to cure cancer poem stat
I give them a blank page they hand it back i write the poem:
Laurice
Fanny
Sarah
Cookie
Marty
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(*pictured above: the breast
of another saint
Saint Agatha
231-251 Catania Italy ;
AGO Jesse Mockrin 2026)
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Winter 2026 ..dedicated to my fallen..🧚♀️🧚
songanddancegirl 