you are precious
she doesn't want to count windows
tonight
like gold coins on shimmery skyscrapers
so pull the shade,
she asks
so little
to cut her pot roast
while she wished for broth
why carry a heavy stomach
into death? she wondered
into the decaf coffee
the lady beyond the curtain
complained loudly of her bed's position
and grandma couldn't
stop coughing. her lungs, like
fish out of water,
reversed. or was it
her heart? the next transfusion
was on its way, the third
this week. she talks of grandpa,
dancing.
the hospital beeps & yells,
the plastic tubing plugs her in,
all night pokes & prods.
she wants to become a bird,
fly away, wouldn't you?
this passing window,
shining golden
3/15/12
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