AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

10/17/18

Dear (_____)

Dear piercing hip pain,

We've ruled out kidney stones, appendicitis, burst and displaced disks in the spine, and abdominal tears.  Could you please just tell me what you are?  Is that so difficult?  This whole shell game of taped up notes is getting awfully passive aggressive and I can't keep guessing what's wrong every day and adjusting my work schedule on the fly.  I have to work!  I am needed!  There are deadlines to meet.  So what is it today?  Who exactly are you that I'm sharing my body with?  No one even told me you signed a lease.  Tendon inflammation?  Lack of rest?  Too much stretching?  Low pressure swelling?  Tiny chunk of bone?!  Cartiledge tear?!?!  A welcome to old age and the gift is "this is the rest of your life til you die"?!?!?!  Stop me if I guess your name! 

Sincerely,

Occasionally Bed Ridden at 33

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