Tuesday, September 2, 2014

On Illness...

Second Postcard Poem

White lighting flashes through slight silver
opening in purple curtains to optic nerves
which feed data to brain inside sick bed body
which hasn’t been vertical for days.

Lukewarm energy bursts between hours of sleeping
give me just enough to edit submission,
check in e-mail,
and assure social media I haven’t died.


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