On the patient’s bed
On the patient’s bed, brown bones beneath the gown say
On the patient’s bed, brown bones beneath the gown say
Beneath the columns a young woman sits to smoke into my bronchi Colonne di San Lorenzo European Respiratory Society: “Non-smokers are at …
To read and sit still— until salt air weighs skin and
My thumbs are giants– fat and dumb, when pressed against
A cat— wakes me up– sitting in a dark alley—
white buds burst from trees the blooming of broken lungs
Tuyo’s skin and bones slick a bed of steaming rice— mindfulness of home
A resilient soul— your cup emptying— and your heart overflowing