New Normal

In spite of my love of language, there are phrases I hate to hear. They always mean someone will suffer but not the ones speaking them glibly, without a flicker of emotion. Phrases like collateral damage. Like new normal.


New Normal


He loses breath, easy
these days, mid-sentence.
He hears his clipped words
choppy vowels. All diversion
from the struggle underneath
this new language.

Doctors promised the world
his life before the fail.
His only thought then,
I don’t trust your hands.
He feared their miracle worth
less than air they used to speak it.

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