The selfishness of the sick is enviable.

They can have anything they want,

they think, and so they make demands.
All is forgiven in the caves

no one else wants to enter.

They are bathed by strangers,

gently held while their pillows

are fluffed and rearranged. They

are served all of their meals and get

exactly what they ask for.
They eat, they drink, they drowse

on so much love, on painkillers,

dreaming of the old world

where they can

walk to what they want, unassisted.

-- Beth Joselow
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