A woman came to my door carrying a chair.
It was exactly like the chair that I found beside the dumpster,
only my chair was broken in many places, and hers was whole.
She offered me her chair but instead I gave her its mate
- my broken chair.
She said. "That's nice - now they are together again,"
and I woke up crying as the doctors swept into the room like gods -
early morning sun through the window flashing
on their long white jackets.
Six of them stood at the end of my bed.