The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
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Left Overs [Continued]<br />
I still have some memory, some sense <strong>of</strong> myself.<br />
I tried this morning at breakfast to befriend Gertrude,<br />
the fi rst time in over a year<br />
next to each other I risked that.<br />
For months now Gertrude has sat motionless,<br />
staring far <strong>of</strong>f in to space. Far, far into space.<br />
Her eyes turn in, not out.<br />
It is as if imminence made keener<br />
some precious memories, long abandoned<br />
for recollection, yet, there, deep and<br />
quivering and unfathomable.<br />
Gertrude pushed up my cane when I could not reach it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fi rst day I came in my wheelchair,<br />
she looked up at me, her eyes bright then.<br />
She never spoke, but I knew what she said,<br />
“You are an important person. You should<br />
not feel you must stay invisible.”<br />
We remained in the room for music that day –<br />
we held hands briefl y when the recording played<br />
“I Wandered Today to the Hill, Maggie”.<br />
This morning, Gertrude is gone.<br />
I am shaken.<br />
I did not know we were so attached.<br />
I had risked her silences as we ate together;<br />
she had risked mine.<br />
I did not know; I would not know.<br />
Tomorrow Gertrude will share again with me,<br />
this time in the dark…darker for me than for her, perhaps.<br />
Deep inside, memories lie briefl y,<br />
banked in s<strong>of</strong>t embers.<br />
I will remember…deep inside.<br />
I will remember what remains simmering yet, <strong>of</strong> a left over.<br />
…Gertrude, I am alone, the left over. •<br />
TBI Memoir<br />
Student<br />
What is it like to not be able to think?<br />
To wake up one day—<br />
or not day;<br />
night, evening,<br />
early am 5am 6am 4am?—<br />
and not know what has happened or where you are,<br />
To not remember the events before,<br />
To wake up covered in vomit, seeing the face <strong>of</strong> a friend.<br />
Let’s call her Linda.<br />
Let’s call her Linda, the ER junkie.<br />
[Junkie enough to wish ill will upon friends<br />
so that they are transported to the ER<br />
so that she can be with them in the ER<br />
(not really) (but maybe?)]<br />
To wake up covered in vomit—<br />
no,<br />
as you are vomiting.<br />
To get taken to an ICU<br />
[or a WhateverWhateverWhatever,]<br />
Or the MultiTraumaUnit <strong>of</strong><br />
some fl oor,<br />
somewhere, and to be<br />
Alone.<br />
Not the<br />
you that you<br />
are, but some other version <strong>of</strong> yourself,<br />
Some damaged, broken version.<br />
And you are alone. [Not wearing pants,<br />
though this is not at all a crucial point,]<br />
PG 132<br />
PG 133