Pain

This is all the pain you could hold in a bed:
pain pours through the tube that decants waste,
pain that I feed through the tube in your nose,
pain between breaths, in the folds of skin,
pain spans the hands and legs folding in fetal position
on the plank of space where you lie.

Day 24: Space poem for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

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