The wheelchair

The scar is a girl and the wheelchair is a woman. The crutch is butch. The drugs are good. The light is dry. The air is paint. The bed isn’t there. The nurse wears a cape and the doctor is a boy. The wheelchair is there. The scar is at loss. The wheel catches light off the reflection of water in a bag. The bag is on a pole. The walker is a man in blue pants. The scar cream isn’t there. The air is blue paint. The light is a small girl with her face in the pillow. The crutch is a doctor with a diamond on his forehead. The diamond is a tunnel with a one-way road. The ambulance drives towards the east. The bed is dry paint and the scar rejects the water. The boy is there and the bag leaks a trickle of tiny blue diamonds.

Maw Shein Win’s writing has appeared in journals such as 2RiverNo Tell Motel, and Big Bridge. She is currently a poetry editor for Rivet: The Journal of Writing that Risks for Red Bridge Press, a co-publisher for Stretcher, and has completed residencies at Can Serrat and Headlands Center for the Arts. She often collaborates with visual artists and musicians, and her latest poetry chapbook is Ruins of a glittering palace, with paintings by Mark Dutcher (SPA/Commonwealth Projects). She is a freelancer at the San Francisco Writers Grotto.
*Photo courtesy of Aaron Goselin.
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