I Want to Write

I do not want to write
about monitor beeps
or oxygen valves
off-gassing, or the smell
of disinfectant, or wrappers
from tools used
to poke and prod
and drain, or trays
leftover from uneaten meals delivered,
or tubes leading
into bags, or bags
leading into tubes.  I do not want
to write about the light
that never changes, or the too white
sheets that tangle and tighten,
or the skin so bruised,
or the words so confused
in the night…

I want to write
about the time you asked,
Is it raining?
over the hiss and din
and clamor and spin,
because somehow you
were still connected
to the small, wet truths
falling out of the sky.

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2 thoughts on “I Want to Write

  1. Oh that ending …

    you know, dearling, you almost could just leave off the whole first stanza, though it does lead us in, but put somehow all of that detail into the title (could be a really long title) and then start the second stanza: Is it raining? you asked over the hiss and din …

    well, that’s fussy, the poem is brilliant for what is says it won’t say, and my heart as ever is opened wider by you

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