january – Thistle Thoughts

Good Doctoring

I pick scabs in layers
to know exactly what being an
obstacle to your own healing
looks like

born a heavenly body
not of her own

As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.

I’m awake
for five hours before I feel
the grinding of clouds
into my bones

I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.

My poor husband is in the hospital…

…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…

Entwined branches of
birches in the distance
are guardians of
the white fields

they’re only going
to keep turning it up

I emerge with early birds