David Edwards
Easy Said

A narration
(in German apparently).
The theme: "After the ability
to stand, the shifts in appearance adjusted for
height". Having risen from bed— and reestablished the gait of a body slowly
learning to walk (each step... shuffle... fall just a slight tug on the muscles I prayed to make again)— I found
my skull a nautical device of no journey in that light of streaked
mirror hospital room. The wings buried between my
shoulder blades almost brushed a
halo. I looked
like Lazarus...