Some days are like this

When the doors between the worlds opened

I ceased to be a ghost, I became

the blood in my fingers in the veins of my hands

I felt the world under my feet

with its nails and its splinters I felt

the salt the red water in the loam of my chest I was

no longer a ghost, the vapors were gone,

I was solid, I hurt, my wings could be broken,

it was joy, I was living in it,

I bled, I cried.

Dana Levin, In the Surgical Theatre