Poetry
Call it an exercise in restraint/
The angle of ascent is sharp/
Like the sloped ceiling
The girl in black dress and tights stands behind the fawn,/
hands clasped, their white blur forming almost/
a heart.
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
In the hospital there was time/
to read to dream to act/
to read Freud’s dream book on his couch