Poem, May 2017

Thank god for the left ear behind which a boil likes to return. Thank god for the right ear, always infected, pink from being the favored side for sleeping. Thank god for the left eye,  in which a clot floats, like a fibrous strand, easy to notice and easier to forget, my oldest friend. Thank god for the right eye, where the lid sags the most, hiding the fold. Thank god for the left nostril, where air doesn’t go, and swells shut from infection. Thank god for the right nostril, which I never appreciate.  Thank god for the mouth where all the senses are one.

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