Harvest

First bite of the day
breaks skin
and the
hospital-white sink
fills with blood.
At least I know I’m still alive
with each mouthful of acrid coffee
washing over the wound.

Maybe tomorrow we can try electricity
or fire
and really learn the meaning of happiness.
When there’s wonder there’s pain
and let us not forget
the ease
with which our lives slip away.
At least speeding up that process
brings with it a thrill
and we can say goodbye together.

-1/17/20

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