Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Pink Polka Dotted Kewpie Doll

I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom 
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my electric blanket and go to sleep

wake up wondering if it is morning or night? Does it matter?
I am on strong meds; they keep me loopy.
Benadryl is a killer, keeping me sleepy, in perpetual lah-lah land.
Pink dots are parading up and down my arms and legs
I am scratching my torso until she bleeds

I look like a pink polka dotted Kewpie doll.
An angry pink polka dotted Kewpie doll
Thanks to yesterday’s prescription which I was allergic to.
Being sick is infuriating.
I am enraged.
Angry that it is me.

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Gershon Wolf July 29, 2021 at 8:22 PM The thrill is gone, eh?! ~ B.B. King Caren Krutsinger July 30, 2021 at 11:55 AM It sure is!

L Milton Hankins July 29, 2021 at 8:35 AM Well, you'll just have to hang in there and get well soon so you'll be in a fitter mood. You know you're sick when you don't feel like any of your hobbies! Caren Krutsinger July 30, 2021 at 11:55 AM I forced myself to get better today; it is working.

Rama Balasubramanian July 28, 2021 at 10:13 PM I could relate to this. Every line, felt it was me. I get angry at myself everytime this happens and it does happen so I avoid going to doctor and suffer. Caren Krutsinger July 30, 2021 at 11:56 AM I have to admit I am really tired of being sick; my energy is low and I am in an incredibly bad mood