destined for this
i
wipe the grin off my face
and
there are some things
you don't
want the nurse to say
as
she hooks up
your i.v. so
i smile
and
lean back into a chair
that feels like
something my grandma
made out of yarn and
wipe the cold sweat
off
my forehead
i pull one arm out
of my sweater
suddenly warm and
the implications of this drip
mean a
whole lot more as
i hear her
say,
"don't look..."
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