Zine The sick are easy to love

The sick are easy to love
A crip4crip love poem by Alistair Houdayer

It is easy to empty a shelf of my closet to replace my socks with your painkillers
For I love to see you relieved

It is easy to make you food and bring it to bed when you can’t get up
For I love to know you fed

It is easy to massage your sore back with the smell of alcohol-based cream sticking to my fingers
For I love the touch of your skin

It is easy to call the hospital ten times a day until someone picks up to schedule your appointments
For I love to know you cared for

It is easy to monitor your oxygen machine while you sleep
For I love to watch you breathe

It is easy to cancel plans and stay home with you until you are better
For I love to know you safe

It is easy to walk your dog when your legs hurt too much to follow his
For I love who you love

It is easy to remember the parts of your body I shan’t touch and the foods you can’t eat
For I love to know you

What is not easy is to

See you hurt
See you harmed
See you humiliated and belittled
See you begging for help and thrown onto the side walk

But none of this is about love

And none of this is about you

For you are easy to love

And I am, too

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