The Rest

By Jane Huffman

Still, I keep myself, I take
to bed. One lung is red. Cut red
flowers hung in pink water.
 
My other lung is out of  line.
From one lung, I tell the truth.
From the other lung, I lie.
Cut pink flowers hung in red water.
 
Like a pain, the truth is mine.
The lie is that today I want to die.
Cut red water hung in pink flowers.
 
The rest of it is stillness, rest.
A soft cough into a hard pan.
A hard cough into a soft plane.
Cut pink water hung in red flowers
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