though I would keep forgetting, everything-everything!-is friable
a tea cup shatters but also bones
I fractured a rib in a paroxysmal coughing fit
the bedroom wall now shows a ceiling to floor crack
also my immune system despite good care
I enter into a crowded space, I leave with a chance of sickness
my recoveries slower, more incomplete
the walking stick’s bark is beginning to flake off
but it holds me upright in the steep yard
we’re both still serviceable but showing our age
one day it will break
one day I will die
perhaps we’ll do so together, companions in the bardo
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