Poems from the bottom of my anxious heart
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The Better End
Pity her
whose mind
can’t flee
the hospital
bed and
ends there
pinned
like a bug
beneath
a bulb.
Envy her
who
sees
clouds
of geese
swoop
above a lake
before
her eyes
roll back.
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