My friend and I went to visit her husband in the hospital.
He’s been there a month now, in a coma.
When we were done, I dropped her off at the bottom of her
apartment block and waited for her to get into the elevator.
What was it like when she opened the door, I wondered.
I asked God not to test me in the same way.
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The morning is frisky with dogs
The kitchen is full of flies
I let them be
To keep the house buzzing