I spent two full weeks in the hospital
and I didn't touch the computer once.

I don't want to interrupt this project for
a Personal Problem.

But if I don't confess
it sits on my head like a Big Secret.

What is this project anyway?
It's not exactly a novel, or any recognizable form.

It's just my word playground.
Tonight I want to write in couplets.

I was so sick I was yellow and disoriented --
in fact, a barely recognizable form.

I didn't know it was Saturday
until Saturday was gone.

Now apparently I'm cured. Just
like that!

Except I don't remember how to write.
The website has no form outside my life.

How can you write
when you no longer trust your body?

How can you write when
your mind is insulted --

It didn't play much of a role.
Mostly looked forward to Martha Stewart Living.

While soul soldiered on,
limp warrior in exile

Letting anyone who wanted it
take blood and leave green bruises.

Broken blood, broken bonds,
exchange of plasma, exchange, exchange,

Grateful for all the help,
care, food, hugs, flowers, encounters,

Grace, cards, fantasies, and the phone,
Valentine's Day my first day home,

Retrieving my swords
and rebuilding.