Washing Our Hands of It

Daniel, God is my judge,
jumped up from sleep
his head cracking open,

wiped his nose and eyes
on the sheet. What a virus
does inside the body,

parasitic microbes
gaining entry in the cells,
bombs in Kosovo harming

innocent children.
I huddle on the floor
beside him dosing one

Adult Tylenol 2 grape-flavored
children’s. 485 grams for 75
pounds. Daniel: visualize

azura and warm air blowing
white clouds slowly in an endless
loop, clear water flowing

smoothly over large granite
stones, breath evening
into regular sighs.

~janan :) >>

--Janan Platt Saylor

Janan Platt Saylor lives in Redding, California where she corresponds with the artist groups antiweb and wr-eye-tings. Some of her work can be found in the books Coffeehouse: Writings from the Web & HTML 4.0: No Experience Required., and from links on Janan's home page.

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