Contemplating the detritus of chronic illness

by Sarah Bigham

 

I contribute to Earthly pollution
daily, as plastic-backed procedure
pads, non-latex gloves, cotton-tipped
swabs, and sterile catheterization
supply kits bloom from the trash bin.

I used to abhor such waste.

Now that particular outrage has
moved so far down the
priority list as to be  
irrelevant
to my current existence.

I stare at catheter #6 begging aching
lumbar muscles to hold out a few
minutes longer
and trembling hands
to aim true.

There will be blood.

I will then collapse in bed, resting
thanks to Big Pharma.

And I will summon the courage to
fall asleep, knowing I will rise to

yet

another

day

of               this               glory.