Cycling Incubus

I awoke in pain
and alone
vaguely recalling the recent car accident.

Momentarily confusing stair railings
for the bars of a hospital bed,
I blink at an old demon
flicking fifty-year-old photos at my face.
Memories of me--
my tiny arms tied to the crib rails
to prevent me
from damaging their dressings.

An infant awake,
alone
and in pain.

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