a/n I recently had my first hospital stay that didn't involve the maternity ward and,then two weeks of recuperation with not much else to do. It prompted some random thoughts

Sometimes when you're especially tired
and you need a break from your routine,
you have no money but pretty good insurance,
you might think "I don't want a terrible illness—
just something to keep me in the hospital for a couple of days."

You don't do anything to make it happen,
of course. It's just a random thought—
like "I wonder how it would feel to fly"
But when you begin to think wistfully
of sanitary confinement, remember the IV

Remember squeezing your fist desperately,
to bring a shy, bluish vein into prominence,
so you'll only have to be poked once, but no nurse
ever being satisfied with the offering in the crook of your arm
so you end up with multiple pricks and bruises

And the needle rests in one of those irresistible veins
in your hand, where it will hurt longer than the site
of the operation, that you cosmically willed on yourself
So when a hospital, again, feels like a poor man's substitute
for a vacation, remember the IV, and shake off that lethargy