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
to my current existence.
I stare at catheter #6 begging aching
lumbar muscles to hold out a few
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
of this glory.