bunk tears

an evening at summer choir camp

i learn from an email that the artist, surgeon, 

doctor who treated me over four years

passed away from cancer, just two years after my surgery

leaving behind wife, son, & unborn daughter^*

a pain in my chest arises for the family

eerie loss settles

when i realize never again will i

speak to my spine’s sculptor

tears flow under the bunk bed

knowing disability doesn’t discriminate