she should
be dead
the doctors said
nodding their heads in agreement
But I wouldn't die
I preferred the narcotic
induced nirvanna
where all sounds and colors
were muted
and all impulses for activity
were turned away at the door
She's so young
for all these complicatios
what isn't wrong with her
they asked each other
Way deep in the cotton snow
I really wanted to respond
haven't had the bubonic plague yet
but I didn't want to challenge
the gods -- besides it was too much
effort to talk
Being on speaking terms
with death was enough
talking for me
