The one time I was administered Demerol by IV,
The Doctor stayed by my side, just looking at me.
And when it hit, the last thing I remember
is saying to his big brown eyes, ever so sweetly,
“You ever see the wind bend a field of wheat
as it moves across a field? This feels like that
to me. You are the wind, I am the wheat.
You are the wind, I am the wheat…”
That’s the only pretty part of that event.
It’s the only part I’ll repeat.
But some people make me feel that way.
To this very day.