April 9, 2009
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New Poem
Returning to Me (after a month as a patient)
I’m back in my body
my brain floating inside my skull.
I’m through will ill-fitting paper gowns
and politely averted eyes as
cold sterilized air exposes my bottom.
I cast off politeness,
no longer at the mercy
of matronly nurses who
withhold shampoo and bedpans.
I’m back to bossyness
it is business as usual
even though my
is yet unsure.
I’m back to the Rocks
with a hearty “Amen!”
I will eat solid food
at the table of my choosing
even though the sugar is missing.
