the will to live

The Will to Live

I just
found out
from a
friend who
was there
thru it
all that
the bed
they had
me in
for three
days on
the IC
ward after
my surgery
was too
short &
my feet
hung off
the end.

 

Not only
that but
I was
going thru
nicotine
withdrawal &
my blood
pressure &
heart rate
were so
off the
charts high
they didn’t
expect
me to
pull thru.

 

I sang
rousing German
um-pa-pa
songs
in my
delirium
shaking the
whole time
like someone
doing the
Saint Vitus
dance,
& on some
indestructible
instinct
grabbed at
the nurse’s
breasts
everytime she
bent over me.

 

That,
my friend
told me,
is when
he knew
I would
make it.

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