A Year Like None Other
That year all elective surgeries were cancelled, and I
was the only patient. Once my appendix was gone,
my abdomen cleared of the spill, I was neither
sick nor well. Recovering, but alone.
Because we are all in danger
of what we cannot see: no visitors. A nurse
to help me shower, to check bandages when I pressed
the button to be seen.
I can move these days without fear in the company of scars.
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