Repeating in that comforting place
somewhere between comatosed and
unconscious are the could have beens:
Could have been a doctor’s wife
but pretending to be a pillar in
society is too much reality for me.
Could have been deeply disturbed
but I was so busy running away
from therapy I never noticed.
Could have been a drug addict
but my inability to commit put a stop
to the time I spent in the gutter.
Could have fallen madly in love
but it happened so many times
I can never be certain.
Could have been an Olympic Athlete
but I didn’t know that extraordinary
people where once ordinary, like me.
Could have been a prostitute
but my parents fine sense of
bigotry kept me away from that.
Could have been hiking in the mountains
with that Alzheimer’s patient
but I was only a child.
Could have been stuck in that place
between comatosed and unconscious
but luckily, that was not my:
Could have been.