4.13.2010

Widow at the Orthopedist


He takes my right hand gently,
touches each fingertip. I look at the door.

I wouldn't have come.
It's never hurt this much before
.

Every day? he asks, turns my palm
to the white ceiling. Cross pens clink
in his breast pocket.

No, I finally manage. Some days
I don't feel anything. Some nights
numbness is what wakes me up.

Everything is just so slippery.
Nothing will let me hold it for long.




photograph by Lara Korlara

3 comments:

Mr. Apron said...

Beautiful.

birdykins said...

Absolutely, completely what Mr. Apron said.

Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

sad and true...life


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