Sunday, 10 June 2012

Organ Donation


He wears a rain coat and carries the heart
In a clear plastic bag in his hands
I stretch my body and groan
Here it comes again
I know the story
Know the signs
I open the fridge
Find the plastic tub
And cut
The refrigerator gives just enough light to see
But not to see enough
I count out seven
Line up
Taste
Wipe
And do
What I do
You know
I stretch my body and groan
I am in the library
We have
Books
Music
DVDs
Coffee
And
Help
I go there
I find the books the music the DVDs
Press the button for coffee
But I cannot find the help
I hold the counter
The car drives by
Experts in exhausts
I can’t stop it
Flag it down
I wipe my fingers on my shirt
Drink some water from the tap
Close the fridge
Here it comes again
And as he comes again so my heart falls in the bag
Stolen or safe
I am not sure
My blood drips off the rain coat
Disappears in the puddle
Up the straw
Into the nooks of the fridge door
I know the story
Know the signs 
I stretch my body and groan.

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21 comments:

  1. Rex Venom10 June 2012 at 07:13

    Dang

    I dig the way your words sway

    Rock on!

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  2. Ann (bunnygirl)10 June 2012 at 07:35

    Wow. It's important to keep your heart safe, you know. Give away all else, but never your heart.

    Hugs and a happy Sunday to you!

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  3. Mary10 June 2012 at 08:10

    Take good care of your heart, Jae.

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  4. Jae Rose10 June 2012 at 08:34

    Glad you dig..thanks Rex..

    True Ann..a sandwich bag is only a temporary keep..thank you..and happy Sunday and hugs back to you..

    Will indeed..thank you Mary..

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  5. Anonymous10 June 2012 at 13:32

    great imagery here, you tell quite a tale



    Princess Vadar

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  6. Anonymous10 June 2012 at 16:17

    It feels like 'he' is actually a thirst. When he comes around you stretch and groan and I hope that you are only allowing him to hold your heart temporarily. I'm glad that he carries it where you can still see it.

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  7. Old Egg10 June 2012 at 17:13

    I love the way your writing is developing. OK, it always a test for the reader to to work out the analogies (if there are any!) but the imagery is overwhelming as you thrust those words at us and we try to figure out what it all means but are still captivated by them.

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  8. zanzinece10 June 2012 at 17:46

    Jae you are one crafty motorist, you with your drive-by sure hits to kill and complete the transformation, you have your reward in giftedness. Take it and run. On and on and on…

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  9. Ben Ditty10 June 2012 at 18:39

    Beautiful form!

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  10. Sharp Little Pencil10 June 2012 at 23:17

    Organ donation, yes, happens in so many ways, especially the heart... Take care, my friend. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/06/11/ugly/

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  11. Jae Rose11 June 2012 at 03:46

    Thank you kindly Zongrik..

    Thank you Archna...something that leaves you thirsty for sure..yes a see through bag is key..

    Thanks Old Egg..good to have you back..yes the analogy count in j world is quite low..

    Thank you Zanzinece...glad you came for a drive...by..maybe as the words recede we can putter around on vintage wheels..wind and sun..but definitely no cliff edges..

    Thank you Ben..

    Thank you Amy..take care too..

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  12. World So Wide11 June 2012 at 05:09

    Mystifying and magic!

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  13. George S Batty11 June 2012 at 05:43

    just as you should with the midnight snack...make sure there is no botulism in the bag of hearts...

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  14. Jae Rose11 June 2012 at 06:46

    Thank you Leonard..

    and always check for dodgy beans..thank you GS..

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  15. Unknown11 June 2012 at 07:54

    Clear proof, here, that knowing the story and the signs makes it no easier to change the plot and outcome. But edits, rewrites, knowledge and determination can and do change themes and scenes. Not easy. Doable.
    Such clear writing, Jae. Profound and sad.

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  16. glnroz11 June 2012 at 08:23

    your wording, to this old country boy, is refreshing, but will have to admit the literallness sometimes works my mind...:) glenn

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  17. Di Eats the Elephant11 June 2012 at 14:32

    I feel the ennui and the silent anguish that comes from the trusting in this piece. Love how you wove so much into such a short scene. Like the repeats that brought us back again and again. Repeating. Seems a bit like my life now.

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  18. Jae Rose12 June 2012 at 03:55

    Thank you Kim..doable is a word to remember..keep in mind..sometimes yielding and having a good sleep sounds like the most appealing thing..maybe that can be a little chapter.. zzz :)

    Thanks Glenn..I hope you can un-work some of it too..

    Repetition can be so draining..hope it shifts for you too Di..thank you..

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  19. Unknown12 June 2012 at 12:34

    Yes, dear one, SLEEP! Rejuvenation is vital! ;-)

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  20. Belva Rae Staples12 June 2012 at 18:32

    I like the heart in the plastic bag. It should be safe there. We all need to safeguard our hearts!

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  21. Jae Rose13 June 2012 at 04:51

    I hope eventually it will happen..thanks Kim..

    We do..thank you Belva..

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