5th Year at the Academy

[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Cody Fearing[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]_____read: coherence___________almost___________only about eight inches___________between noose and halothe belligerent consciencewho whispered murder_____drunk off fantasy and flight_____revisions on the sharp tableits fire waxed glassweighted by syllabus or rough-drafted suicide note“I villain”“I leaving”“I almost”but gods are_____help cries_____too close and no comfort_____those messenger doves nesting down the hallway_____carrying me towards the entrance curb_____my roommate’s car the makeshift gurneyand white bracelets I can tastelike drowsy tic tac noise or benzos__________ripped off before triage__________replaced again by intake while I________________count the notches________________in the belt or the white bracelet__________every hair of this involuntary beard__________blossoming stale just in time for_______________only four weeks until the deep sleep_______________for now_______________wrists as smiles_______________and__________dry shower curtains_______________againthe occupational therapist helped me writea certificate of birth_______________and showed me every radiant stain[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]