(no subject)
(Sharon Olds)
The Healers
“When they say, If there are any doctors abroad,
would they make themselves known, I remember when my then
husband would rise, and I would get to be
the one he rose beside. They say now
that it does not work, unless you are equal.
And after those first thirty years,
I was not the one he wanted to rise from
or return to--not I but she who would also
rise, when such were needed. Now I see them,
lifting, side by side, on wide,
medical, wading-bird wings--like storks with the
doctor bags of like-loves-like
dangling from their beaks. Oh well. It was the way
it was, he did not feel happy when words
were called for, and I stood.”