the drip

back to the hospital again. tomei soro uma vez mais. eyes fixed on the drip as my body absorbs what it lost. feeling restless, feeling like i have never wanted more to leave a place, this hospital, the drunk to my left, a broken leg to my right, his bed wheels whining as the pain moves through his body.

i am lucky to be without pain today. to be a healthy person that just ate something rotten. i am lucky that my pain was temporary. I am also lucky for the way the experience has shifted my vision slightly. reminded me to notice things like the dog sitting on the handlebars of a bike that passed by, the way people walking in the street follow the outlines of shadows in order to avoid the sun.