My new thoughts are

The calming drops meant for you.
They are not generic-tainted with cornstarch and dye.
This prescription is not on my health plan,
But it is very cheap! and easier than I thought
and I do not have to lie to get it.

Some of my thoughts are bitten off and eaten.
I lasso most of my certainties
and will eventually reanchor their strings.

However, the blood pulled and transfused to you will not be replaced,
and the inch and a half from my spine is a cold case.

Yellow police tape lines every room in my brain except your bed
and the living room, that bathroom, the coated kitchen.
You will see walkway.
Follow the see-through green oxygen line, shells of cannulas.

The calming thoughts are possibility, magic and God,
the orphan's trinity.
Prayer action trust blind love.

I am the one still walking, and I travel,
My feet bandaged, taped in insolvable mazes different everyday,
Feet as ugly as old sick men, babies who didn't make it.
My thoughts are quick,
and I'm ignorant of temperature.
Midday or sneaking out at night, I walk fast, faster,
as fast as walking out of these thoughts.

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