I stand on a day room table and shout:
“I’m alive, God bless you, Jesus; I’m still alive!”
Oh, for Christ sake!
I’m still alive.
Is nothing, know nothing, be nothing.
I am the blood of Christ; these bright red
splats on slate grey walls.
My reflection is soft and feminine, my eyes
Birth, death, infinity
We are a miracle struggling to happen.
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