11.
I came out of the hospital like a woman who'd
watched a massacre, not knowing how
to tell my adhesions, the lingering infections,
from the pain on the streets.
In my room on Yom Kippur, they took me off morphine.
I saw shadows on the wall, the dying, and the dead.
They said Christian phalanges did it then Kol Nidre
on the radio, and my own unhoused spirit,
trying to find a home.
Was it then or another day?
In what order did it happen?
I thought they call this elective surgery,
but we all have died of this.