Belinda said i need to book transport to the breath doctor on account i got the lung disease

her voice an angry lament

Belinda said they brung me the oxygen tank then put that shit in my house so i can breathe but they don’t show me how to use it

throat raspy like secondhand pea coat wool

Belinda said she’s mad and she’s gonna call her counselor to take care of me

long polished nails the hue of dried nosebleed red pluck at her Obama phone screen and my phone beeps

Belinda remembered you is my counselor you bitch