Hello, Kidney Disease

              By Rebekka Paulsen

If my father is who you want,

Then here is sore muscles and swollen veins.

Here are the scars ripping

Across his chest, the pains tearing

Through the organs.

Here is the shelled soul downing

Lay's chips on the leather sofa. I challenge you

To end it now, while he still has his senses.

Go ahead, dare to seep

Into his skin, his cells. Because here, kidney disease,

Here is where he waits to be re-introduced to you.

The man you seek,

Take him, if you must.

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One Response to Hello, Kidney Disease

  1. Susan Rich says:

    Amazing poem; I think it’s inspired by Brian Turner’s, “Here, Bullet.”

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