Tomorrow will mark a year since I had my stroke. It's an occasion that, according to my daughter, Ginny, I should view as important. But I've spent enough time staring at death; I don't want to think ... [+]
sleeps and writes and eats, and
D, vitamin variety, for sun loss come
winter, an anemic's pick—quick fix-it
before British oat milk ordered overseas
which drains her calcium, causing
supplements, bulk silicon packs in
boxes back to back, add powdered protein
to grow on, then wash down with yoga
night and morning, Yoplait breakfast
hold the rest for after tea; a toast to
nourish organicity in search of
glorious longevity