The nurses tell me that I should rest but they return to take my vital signs at 10 p.m., 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. My "private" room is beside the heliport and, unfortunately, it's been a busy night for the chopper and crew. By the time breakfast is brought to me on a tray, I can barely keep my eyes open.

the dog slips under
my blanket

Frogpond Volume XXVII:2 (July 2004)

--Curtis Dunlap (December 31, 2002)

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