The long sleep
No more meds for me. No more antibiotics. No more doctor’s visits. No more sterile clinics. Not for me, the fitful treatment. The irradiation of reluctant flesh. Only the deep rest. I only wish now, for the long sleep. No more relatives, pushing their agenda. No more friends, having to change schedules. No more colleagues, pulled from their desks. No more, for me, their odious presence. Not for me, their cloying niceness. The putrefaction of their false wishes. I wish now, only for the deep rest. I only want to go, to my long sleep.