The Warrior Princess
You shouldn’t have done that, I say,
flushed the wee down the toilet.
Sorry, she says. I didn’t know.
It is one in the morning.
I can’t sleep, I say.
No wonder, she replies.
There’s too much light in the room.
But I’m claustrophobic, I say.
But it’s keeping you awake, she says,
drawing the curtains.
Sometimes you have to ride through your fear.
Get to the other side.
What’s your name? I ask.
Zena. I’m your nurse for tonight.
It’s a lovely name, I say. Xena, the warrior princess.
She’s Greek. I’m Filipino. Besides my name
starts with a Z.
Goodnight, John. Remember what I said.
I will. I’ll try.
I sleep for four bountiful hours.
I wake up at 4.38, bounce out of bed,
write three poems, including this one.
To me, she is still Xena, warrior princess.
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