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... Sunday, April 25, 2004

at least by alvin pang

I still have my health. All's well at work
besides the paltry lunch breaks. But I'll live.
My lungs are both intact. And by some quirk
two roses survived. I make enough to give
to Oxfam, Red Cross and St John's. I sleep
most nights. I swallow without weeping now.
The sink is clean. My heart's not maggot-eaten.
The milk I drink is not yet past expiry.
Monday follows Tuesday. Someone died,
it’s in the papers. Seven times I've beaten
Halo on the hardest setting -- how
exactly is recorded in my diary.
Putting one foot before the other, I keep
my balance. Paint dries. Today I haven't cried.

+ posted by M @ 4:22 PM

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