I love you like a fat kid loves cake, NieNie.
This one's for you, Nie:
during the afternoon
the pain relents- i notice our cat
hunting a fly, a beetle, a one legged bird.
she crouches patiently,
as if she will live forever.
she doesn't know she won't
so for her
pain is not a reminder
that death is the mission of the body.
my skin crawls eerily
these sharp toothed nerves gouging
into muscle, it feels like bone.
into the joints, sacks of cells
i am joined like an arthritic precurser.
inside the eddy of blood all things
clamor about, the membrane swells.
i spy the cat again, she limps distractedly
a fie in her paw, a hawking in her eye
she doesn't think of pain
as a signal for anything but patience.
taking care to clean around the wound,
rest burden on her other three.
she is more concerned with being a mother
and catching things to eat, than her foot.
i jump up and throw my arms out,
yell, hoot, start a dance from my aching feet.
i sing to this pain,
-maggie may ethridge
A Japanese chef has craftily made these Obama sushi. Of course he did.