is everything I want to say to you,
how tired your face looks at 2 a.m.,
ghostlike and despairing of sleep,
your pained footsteps creaking
down the hallway to watch TV.
We’ve seen three doctors in as many days . . .
–excerpt from “In this bag” from To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). Published in Equinox and Tipton Poetry Journal.