Chivu the Ottagachivungi (giraffe).
I'm back at the hospital and Chivu is here,
a one-legged, twiggy thing
taller than me.
He keeps me steady when I'm faint
but leashed to my vein,
he causes great pain.
Like Mary's lamb,
he follows me everywhere,
even to the bathroom.
When we go for a walk around the ward,
he insists on leading the way, my hand on his back .
He feeds constantly but is never full, dripping into me all that he drinks.
He sings at inopportune moments.
the nightingale his muse though he warbles out of tune.
I feel bad for scolding him.
Chivu my pet.
but man I can't wait
to be rid of him.
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