Mr Barber

Hello Mr. Barber, I’m here for my bloodletting I’ve been long overdue for this appointment, I know Yes, bring out your set, I am ready for the procedure I am so grateful to relax in your chair Now the blood drips onto the page A slow trickle and into a stream It yearns to be absorbed But more than that it wishes to water the soil It’s so difficult to be in charge of living matter To care, cradle, and carry on leave me exhausted I want to rest but rest never feels enough This body yearns for a more permanent resting place Mr. Barber, perhaps you could cut just a little deeper Just a little longer Just a bit more than you should So that I can sleep No, no you’re right, Mr. Barber Bloodletting is a small release Just to get by It’s not my last sleeping aid