My intent is to write poems about all my recent days (10) in the hospital and put them here. I was battling a nasty, filthy thing called mycoplasma pneumonia. Maybe this will help me update more often. It may have the opposite effect.<\/p>\n
PART 1–To the ICU<\/p>\n
swathed in what seems to be<\/p>\n
opaque plastic wrap,<\/p>\n
you ride with jovial strangers<\/p>\n
to the fifteenth floor.<\/p>\n
A clear mask pushing<\/p>\n
oxygen at 100 pound PSI<\/p>\n
is placed<\/p>\n
over both your mouth<\/p>\n
and nose. You are the queen of all,<\/p>\n
flying, laughing. Suddenly<\/p>\n
everything goes black.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My intent is to write poems about all my recent days (10) in the hospital and put them here. I was battling a nasty, filthy thing called mycoplasma pneumonia. Maybe this will help me update more often. It may have … Continue reading