ned up along the wallthey will stay another week
in this private room with 1 window
she cheers the nurse:
that "stupid thing" came back again
but they got all of it out this time
you go ahead to lunch, don't worry about a thing- I'll be here with him
he pretends he is not in pain or nauseated
though the tension in his body betrays him
please dear God let them
walk out of here and fly home
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the bloody vessels that lace the arm,
a river delta nourishing rich soil
in a drought
not a rivulet of blood flows
in famine
this wasteland
blackened and parched earth,
withered and crumbling flesh
weighted down, cold, numb
it is better this way
she will not feel the blade
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there are some languages universal
i.e. pain
there are some entities universally frustrating
such as insurance companies who will not cover the supplies for wound care
Strips of guaze like the long glistening bodies of tapeworms are drawn from the wound, cut so deeply it is a cavern of flesh
If the excised chunk of bleeding flesh riddled with tumors could be sent in as an appeal
perhaps then the claim would not be so readily denied
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, Nor will the flame burn you." --Isaiah 43:2
