Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Ain't it Grand to Be Alive?

Ain't it Grand to Be Alive?

I am alive.
Not because I
Not because I
steep my tea
while washing
up last night’s
dishes. I am

alive not
because I eat
a bowl of bran
flakes even
when I realize
I’m out of
bananas to
slice on top.

I am alive
because I hurt.
I ache from
the places I
cannot steep.
The places I
cannot feed.

There, under
the protective
skin of me, I hurt.
And with each
electric shock or
dull pulse of
discomfort, I
am reminded. I
am alive. I am.

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