Right Ulna and Radius

Still I remember the day I spent
lying, green, in a hospital bed
swaddled in blankets.

The afternoon I woke,
sprawled across the classroom floor,
my words slurring and arm
swelling,
trying to pick faces out
of the black spots in my vision
and begging eyes to tell me
what had happened
where I was
who I was.

The way the
two nurses rubbed feeling back into my
ice-cold fingers
and dripped my blood into a
tube, cell by cell by cell,
for fear that my basic structure would
hit the bottom of the vacuum and
shatter.