Her name is Lenore and she is the making
Of a leather-skinned mechanic's many hours
In a sticky Manila basement. Allen wrench in
Hand, he trues wheels and straights brakes as
My teenaged father watches in awe.
Had it been any other day in the past three weeks of my hospital stay, concern would have been appropriate. But not today. Because today I have had a chocolate chip cookie and the sensation of not being in chronic pain. And nothing has ever tasted or felt so sweet.