Blood Transfusion

My pen hit the paper so hard.

The letters jumped and fell apart.

I was sick going mad with impatience.

Broken down on the side of the pavement.

Help wouldn't come in the form of a tow truck.

But a storm from the Midwest a sign of my luck.

I needed a breath to help my lungs remember,

What relief felt like, it felt like spring.

I needed some warmth in my bones

For they shivered and cracked in the cold.

My voice hit the wall like a freight train.

Matched the sound of the distant hurricane.

I was lost reaching out with my flashlight.

Reeling from another one of those fights.

Take my word that you won't see me breathing.

When you set me out to sea in the deep end.

I needed perfection in a hopeless ruin.

So I'd have a grip on what I'm doing.

I needed a sling, some molding.

To mend all that was broken and bruised.

My world turns slowly around the sunset.

The many forks show themselves in my path.

I could feel that reality was slipping.

With the way that you referred to that thing.

It was yours, it was mine, it was ours.

I'd sit on the side of this road for hours.

Give me that transfusion for my beating

Heart that is more yours than it is mine.

I need that doctor to try and wake me.

She knows the right words, say it slowly.