ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
AFTER EASILY
I take with me
waiting to be felt
the next pain
and its relief
while the light lasts
I can conceive the night
to come but in the dark
dawn is on my mind
there are places
too distant to reach
the many forgotten days
any childhood carries
what dreams my father had
in his final sleep of coma
who my mother becomes
when she is too weak
to be herself only
and not like everyone
else who weakens
how often the work
I chose to do hurt me
the words after the edge
of what I could find
to say easily