This morning, I remembered:
(Allyson Whipple)

there's no point in wondering
whether you'll live
through today

either you won't
or you will

just as it would be
if you were out
of the hospital and healthy

we push aside the
facts of drunk drivers,
faulty wiring,
inaccurate directions

we circumvent
the museum of accidents

the trap looms over
us all, and we
pretend it's invisible
to get through each day

yours shines in stark
relief against the hospital
ceiling, but that doesn't
mean it will fall
tonight, or next week

it doesn't mean
mine won't tomorrow

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