January 17th, 2007

(this poem is dedicated to my best friend Andy Schmidt)

ON CALL DOCTOR

Ah, the soothing power of friendship,
Linked with the sensation of touch.

He heals me.
He rebandages my recent wounds
With words and love.
He heals me.

Recharged, I slip into bed;
Wondering if I could
Do this--life--without him.

I see no reason to try.