TED LEHANE
Writer

two sandbags
trying to make shape of the spaces in my life
trying to find the light in the early morning
creeping in the half light
trying not to wake the ones i love
trying not to trip on the dog
or step on a toy.
THE PAIN!
the silence scream of legos under foot
moving through the heaviness
the sluggish feeling of weighted sleep
the lack of sleep
the lack of confidence
the lack of breath
my apnea
my hypopnea
to stop breathing
a lack of oxygen going to my brain
going through my heart
i worry
i worry
how to dismantle my bad habits
without resorting to cult thinking
can i come to clarity about my doubts
in a way that makes me feel enlightened
and not numb
my lungs
my lung
the left one
inert
facile
i feel, to be fair
it’s not the lung’s fault
it’s the diaphragm
it doesn’t work
and to be fair to the diaphragm
it works
at least used to
except the nerve doesn’t
it was most likely the tumor that severed the nerve
MOST LIKELY
the surgeon
for sure nicked the vagus nerve
and left me without a voice
i couldn’t hold a pocket of air
in my voice box
so my thoughts would run out of steam
i couldn’t even read a book
to my two year-old daughter
i am better now
well
my voice is back
modern surgery
but my diaphragm lies
like a piece of salmon
in my belly
i feel it’s inaction
whenever i lie on my side
it slides
finding new ways
to convince myself to lose weight
is tough
to come back from the yo-yo
is hard
i know walking will help
a little
but it’s portions and
no mindless grazing
that is really tough
picking off the kids plates off the leftovers
i am trying to be more in control
over the things i can
even if it seems
to be anything that doesn’t help at first pushing forward
through
carrying two sandbags around me at all times
that is the image
i need to hold
carrying two 25 lb sandbags
i would be grateful to put one down.