Winter Writing Sanctuary, 1.5 A precious gift, Spark 5

Discharge, September 11, 2020

This was how it

played out:

In January, I recovered

from a long and 

painful cough. 

In March, the 

quarantine  

started. 

I was disbelieving, 

paralyzed. 

In August, I

called you, in

tears, 1:49 PM. 

Intubation by 

afternoon

or evening. 

A flurry of phone

calls and paper-

work. On the 

eleventh of 

September, 

a miracle. 

Nothing will

ever be taken

for granted

again. 

Justine C. Tajonera

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