Thursday, 16 October 2014

Poem To My Stoma

I wrote this little poem in my hospital bed, just a couple of days after the operation where my ileostomy was fitted, (maintaining the traditional connection between poetry and morphine).

To My Stoma:

Today I learned
That if I wish to survive
I have to expose
A little of my inside to the outside.

This is required
Even when all that comes out
Is shit.

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