Poetry
one of the benefits of the disease –/
you learn new words. You/
also learn new meanings for/
old words.
Blood draws dissolve into Christmas lights/
veins dizzy with the latest medications.
The other man holds the letters/
to his nose, inhaling deeply/
One letter after another he lifts and smells
Ingeborg Riedmaier reads “Eating Disorder” a poem by Jana-Lee Germaine
In the hospital there was time/
to read to dream to act/
to read Freud’s dream book on his couch
Your left-behind clothes still occupy closets and/
clotheslines in the basement. She refuses to/
donate them away,