You only call me every decade
You stand with shovel or maybe a spade
Confessing sins like something you’ve paid
Disappear into sunset from wither you came
But love is stronger never decayed

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Copyright © 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

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I wrote an alternate version on my TikTok. But this is the original draft.

 (p∞)

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STOP CALLING ME A SIR

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STOP CALLING ME A SIR

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STOP CALLING ME A SIR

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STOP CALLING ME… A SIR

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P.S. i have something lying dormant in me. Only it ain’t very dormant. And it’s a lot like cancer.

I don’t have an official diagnosis (you don’t normally get those until you’re stage 4) (I hope you can “hear” my sarcasm over my shame).

52 kilos today.

Like 114.

Still got some teeth and hair. No tiddies. Too tired to put on makeup. I guess that gives people the right to call me a fucking sir.

I LITERALLY FUCKING DARE YOU

SAY MOTHERFUCKER ONE MO TIME

No amount of misgendering me is gonna make me get plastic surgery or botox.

I can’t wait to scare you with my wrinkles.

I wanna live so long that one look at me makes you rethink your entire existence.

Like “what the hell is that” cuz I frequently say it when I look in the mirror at my thinning hair (from the stress or cancer which may or may not be in my control)

I have about 10% of energy at any given time and makeup just isn’t on my to-do-list. But it’s always on my mind. I would even like to try wearing cute wigs.

But I don’t need to attract any more drones overhead.

If I look like I’m dying it’s probably because I am (not in remission yet)

Still fighting for my life 🙂

Now might be a good time to call.

Don’t wait another decade

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P.S.S. How does one get a burner phone not connected to oneself? Asking for a friend.

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You stayed? 🙂 I don’t have any good photos right now.

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I’ve been unpacking.

STOP CALLING ME A SIR CUZ I AM A PLAIN JANE WITH TINY TIDDIES

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I never grew up and it drives HIM insane

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I fell out of my bed and got bruised but this doesn’t show the magnitude

Had I been older: “how did she go?” “Fell down”

Told my daughter I need bedrails and to be treated like a child

My shoulder and ankle is a champ for taking the direct impact instead of my head – or hitting in such a way it stops your heart (I already have a heart injury so it was a challenging fall).

This photo was days after the event, at least a week

And my entire shoulder blade turned black and blue.

My head did hit the floor.

My ankle jarred into the metal bed rail and nearly broke

It swelled for three hours and then swelled some more

It wasn’t even 6 AM and I laid on the floor for at least five minutes moaning before I even attempted to get up

Getting older is like becoming a baby again

I NEVER WANNA FALL OUT OF MY BED EVER AGAIN

But had my head been the first thing to hit or the side of my shoulder instead of back – I don’t think my heart would like that

So I spread eagle to slow my fall hoping to grab something – and literally everything on the shelves next to the bed started coming down

INCLUDING A SNOW GLOBE

Which miraculously did not fall on my head

Or break

There’s some tender deep down in there near my ankle bone – but I can finally twist her and twirl and not shit myself

Couldn’t even lean on it on the couch

Ankle and shoulder did good

Saved my life this time

And my bed be high up

No carpet or rug below

Woke up, foggy and disoriented, and went to shift and lean back, thinking I was gonna lay back on my pillow, but instead gravity grabbed me

My life flashed, I spread eagle, and I’m still recovering

And need to baby proof my home

And I had to go to the dentist (I gotta go again)

I forget what we were talking about but he mentioned something about “old” and I said “well what do you consider old” and he said “30” but he didn’t think that I was older than that and none of them ever do

I was driving one day and I let the sun just burn my fucking face and I have this sunspot now

I’m suicidal

The sun imprinted on me

Hell, all I gotta do is dash out to my car and like FRECKLES GALORE

I burn – I don’t tan

Normally, I do things to stop or prevent the burning, but not that day 

Sometimes I stare at it too (prob don’t rec)

I’m not the brightest crayon in the box and I’ve often wondered why God made me so dumb

I love the feeling when the light goes off (or comes on)

Like when you finally get it

“Oh”

But I’m the kind of person that you have to explain something to in a different way, not by just repeating the same sentence over and over again or saying it louder

Sometimes I can’t hear and I’ll do a “huh” and they’ll give me the definition instead

Cuz they think I’m dumb

One time I gave the drive-thru employee “too much money” cuz I wanted a ten back – and no change – and it took him a good minute to figure out what was happening

Turns out I wasn’t dumb or scamming him

I was actually making his job easier

But now they’re getting rid of cash

And I still sort my bills all the same

I just counted up my piggy bank

I had been stuffing that bitch

Folded up 20, 10s, and 5s. And silver and single dollars too.

Dirty copper yass

But now I gotta roll it

The coins

I WANNA DO IT MYSELF

But the drones….

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