‘Dead at Last’, ‘Nirvana’, and ‘Phone Call’

Dead at Last
Dead at last!  Dead at last!

Now I can see the world as it is

floating

indifferent

like the gull from the hospital window

white with black wingtips

feeling the currents of air

guiding its flight.  Perfectly free

from compassion for me.
Nirvana
I can’t find the can opener

and then I do.

The electrician shows me my name on his forearm

“Linda” in pink magic marker

which is how he remembers

whoever’s house he’s in.  Once again

there’s trouble getting on a website;

and a friend’s voice on voicemail isn’t . . .