How sometimes I wake because I think
I hear an IV alarm so I stand in the starlight

watching a truck back up in the alley, and I don’t
mention holding a dying person’s hand wishing

I were anywhere else, and who would suspect
I can eat Jello with a tongue depressor or know

a trick for getting blood out of shoes and clothes and hair
and it is, now that I think of it, rather remarkable

that I can go twelve hours without sitting
or a lifetime without forgetting

those few miraculous patients
who changed my life forever.

--published by Cholla Needles



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