FEBRUARY: For the Love of Poetry
Sarah Gilbert & Mark Falcone
Why I Pulled My NG Tube at 4 a.m.
Because the institutional wheels
turn only upon doctors’ orders.
Because I could not bear
the six hours till the doctor came by.
Because that foreign presence
in my nose and throat
caused undue suffering,
gripping my voice,
casting out sleep,
and didn’t prevent vomiting.
Because I knew from experience
that I was better now
that this pain was unnecessary.
Because I have learned
to listen to my insides,
I sent the young nurse out
of the room, peeled back the tape,
and slid that sucking snake
up and out.
-- Sarah Gilbert
The Purpose of a Pet
My best friend stands before me
upright, with a arrogance
that depicts complete independence
and freedom, with an air of
defiance to submission to anyone.
While exchanging glances
I try reading his mind, but
sometimes never realize
how badly I’ve failed
at this game.
The frightening feeling hits me,
that my friend is capable
of reading my mind, with greater
accuracy than I have ever
possessed in reading his.
He can read my emotions,
knowing all my moods, while yet
maintaining his own feelings
Yet, when he is frightened,
immediately he comes to me
when threatened he comes
when lonely he comes
when depressed and rejected
he comes for affection.
This makes me feel prized and
special, giving me a sense of
comfort, a feeling of being
wanted and needed with a special
affection directed to me alone.
We comfort each other.
My friend has evoked all the
natural beauty of my mind,
emotions, and feelings, giving me
the freedom to express them to him,
without any fear of ridicule.
He has freed my emotions from
the prison of inhibition.
No one would ever believe the
depth of personality that lives
within such a feeble structure;
a mere handful of feathers and flesh.
Yet, who is able to share with me,
his sense of warmth, independence,
security, freedom and affection.
Now, I search for people who will
let me share with them
this newly found self.
-- Mark D. Falcone