This has been my week.  It has been bad.  But I am lucky.  I have friends who listen and care.  I have health insurance.  I have doctors.  I have medications.

no matter how often I come back here
it is always a shock–
when I move my head,
when I breathe,
when I stand,
when I read,
when I live
and it doesn’t hurt;
when the elephants who
had taken to tangoing in my head,
along with the ice pick lodged
two inches from my right eye,
and the echoes that make
every noise repeating and loud,
when all have left,
no matter how often I come back here
it is always a miracle.

written 7-21-10

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