I’m Not Finished Yet


Whence the migration of pain. Whence the horror. A happy little bumpkin wets his
willy and the jig is up. It doesn’t hurt so much. He can’t hurt so much without experience.
Sometimes duty gets delivered to the wrong address. A package of surgical
sponges instead of dinner. A piece of the right patient through the wrong end of the
Whence the incumbent derives his verity. While we wander the garden paths below
the hospital with our own. It’s a big hurt and we love it dearly, sugarpants.
She wanted more and he just wanted.
The child of knowledge and the child of ignorance. Both chopping the same onion.
A big hurt indeed and we came down from the towers into the land of breaking and
keeping, into the land of another before us.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.