Due to a sudden worsening of my physical condition, I have not been able to publish anything here for a while. I hope to be back on track soon, but in the meantime, here are some poems that I wrote in 2007 about chronic illness. Since the same, still undiagnoced symptoms that I wrote the poems about now have come back in full force, I think that this is a fitting time capsule of Laidi from 2007.
It makes one good at swallowing pills
damn good
just give me all you’ve got, everything goes down
I’m not thinking
anymore
It makes one good at spotting the monsters
like a sixth sense
white coats
tiny
evil
hammers
It makes one scarred at the elbows
like gnarled landscapes under the skin
harder and harder to find,
the precious
It turns one’s days into one
long
flow
waiting for
(Godot)
waiting for
a response
It makes one’s will and body
go
separate ways
unfortunately, we’re still bound by
physics
