enough with
these white sheets, these
pills
and strips
of gauze, enough with
the soups
and ice,
the legs raised
the head
propped.
the spitting of blood
into the trough.
enough
of being dizzy
and slow,
carefully holding onto
tables, chairs
and walls.
enough.
how unkind the clock
is when stalled.
Friday, April 14, 2017
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