A continuation of, ‘Wrapped in Thunder a Novel of Amnesia’

Cuss me

Shut the windows first

Unplug the guesthouse fan

We can sweat this out

In malaria land

Can’t you see it coiled up with my liver?

It has found its way around the booze and now rests deep within the cerebral matter

Laying contently in the back of my head

 

I am delirious

A woman dead. A child still waiting.