Listen to this poem.
Sign me up to walk with the living.
My password has always been Heathen
with an exclamation point
but now I’m not so sure.
I’m registering today after
months of being dormant.
The only committees I’ll be on
will have to deal with others,
not the ones you’d expect
to be in this group, not only
those who look or think like me
but the fragile, more fragile
than me even, the thin, bedraggled,
the misfits and malcontents
the undernourished and unprotected,
the ones who question endlessly,
annoyingly, and frustrate me when
I’m so sure I’m doing well,
I’m on the right path. Bill me later
in case I change my mind. Send me
notice on my happy days of sunshine,
that someone else, right now
suffers. Give me their address.
Strengthen my signal
