Have you ever listened to a Tartini sonata while bleeding from the head?
The sound of the shower and mathematical music theory aiding your recuperation.
Drips of coloured water, giving a basis to my disheveled clarity.
I know what you’re thinking, is this man crazy?
I went to the ER, my co-pay was $1,000, stitches would have cost me close to $700.
The nurse jokingly laughed “seems like you can’t go anywhere, HAHAHAHA!”
Could you imagine such casual cruelty?
From women eating cottage cheese?
So I stood, in front of the emergency room, in the second richest country in the world.
Wondering how to heal my head-wound.
I’d love to drop poetry about the absurdity of the situation, yet time is a pressing matter.
I felt like I was in a movie. I just lacked the Russian vodka and the moment would’ve been film worthy.
Yet, the violin pressed on.
And I healed myself, with artificial flesh-like glue and butterfly sutures.
Now, I’m off to work… 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻