so at times when my
arteries abruptly explode
veins rip, bones splinter through my skin
lungs screech silently
clamped stomach heaves
brain’s vestige slithers down the hall
and my heart
plops beside me on the rug
then my blue ballpoint pen, operating anywhere —
even on thin white paper
in a stippled pocket memo book —
swiftly sedates my neurons
punctures all putrid inflammation
eases each organ back in place
suturing membranes securely
to support this equilibrium
’til my mind and innards mend
this blue Bic finger points my way through the dark
