Sciatica
Ruth Z Deming
Everything is shut down,A purple curtain has been drawn
across the place I lie.
Books stacked on the floor
cannot be opened or even
acknowledged as friends.
The ring of the phone goes unanswered
The thump of the mailbox
is merely a sound,
a call to which I cannot reply.
For I am lying on the couch,
my new home,
The covers are pulled up to my eyes,
as if peace and softness
can vanquish the misery inside.
One day the leg is mine,
bending, obeying,
the next day it´s a freak,
not leg so much as
folded-up ironing board,
hot with pain,
begging to be carried
or laid down to rest,
its sizzling miles of track
crackling at unexpected moments.
Just the two of us,
Pain and I,
lying side by side
under the covers,
an indecent pair,
A tireless lover
who won´t leave my side.
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