November 11, 2006
She is crumpled on the bed, slumped at an angle and wincing as a nurse grabs at her fleshy hips and leans over to look at her ass cheeks. I'm standing there witness, embarrassed for her and sad that I have to stand by and watch, helpless, unable to scold the nurse or take away the pain. She's red with the beginnings of bed sores and I think she looks like a doll, pale, waxy, stiff. I want to pick her up and put her back in her house, maneuver her legs to the kitchen, make cucumber sandwiches and tea.