Pagosa Springs Artists

Two Weeks In (version II)

Today was better,
less consumed
with pain and terror.

When I awoke, still in bed,
for a little while I wished for
tender and unhurried sex.

Weariness didn't sow fear like
yesterday's curse; it had become
a foreign cousin, here to stay the year.

I got up, shuffled through a little
housework, paid some bills, opened
the blinds to let the sun into my heart.

Today I kept down lunch, on a hunch
chose tomarrow's menu.  Let myself
want to live again.

 

 

Published in America Magazine

 

©2008 Bonnie Manion

 
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