Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Pepsi and Trazodone

I survive on Pepsi and Trazodone,

and perseverance that tells me I can do anything

even when my body says I can’t.

I have legs that can still walk, and

hands that have both learned to write

because failure isn’t an option.

And we don’t complain –

we’ll never complain.

So I just put on a sweater to hide the fact

that I’m still freezing in August,

and a hat to hide the hair

that falls out sometimes on those days

when I forget to breathe.