You're complaining about the height of the bed
The lack of control, mostly how your feet spring
When the nurse lets them go
Two months ago you couldn't breathe on your own
I walk past a man and he said
"I'm a fat man in a wheelchair."
Like I should care; I hated him.
And I want to hate you too
Meds are due at 3 and not a minute sooner
The trach collar makes your neck hot
But I don't hate you, I feel sorry
I swear I didn't know how perfect our lives were
Before they weren't.
