Bella and I are ready to go to the vet. She ate a dash of food off my fingers and used her kitty box. She looks a little better. She licked my thumb.
"It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see."
- Thomas Carlyle
My Poem for this Morning
Pain through the center of my chest, front and back,
I pump it up like a basketball, gasping for air.
“Spread out, pain,” I say, “Bounce, bounce, far, far, away,
make hoop shots and free throws and run the score
backwards to zero when the court