Sick Note

I watched
the needle
going through
depressed skin
towards blood,
just as you did
last night in bed.

Foreplay wasting
precious seconds
of hope,giving into
the digs of my heels,
finding the lies you
needed to lie with.

Inoculated you left
before the mornings
bathroom argument,
without even making
another appointment,
leaving me only this
four leafed sick note.


John G.Hall(C)2004