Five Units Eulogy

(6/13) I’ve gone weeks without them. It is fine but it is lonely here— grasping the groceries like dough in my hands and wondering when the words will speak to me again. Fluidity

is

somewhere else.

I’m scraping the rocks at every corner and

(7/7) I’m walking between the shadows of the railroad but I was never good at keeping my balance.

(7/18) My heart is somewhere between wrinkled and balled up,

like a sweater in bed.

(7/21) Our cat passed away yesterday

so I’m standing in the middle of a busy road watching the swerves of every car

and the banging of heels on concrete sounds like 5 units of insulin

Twice a day

Every day

For the rest of your life.

— ODH