Tagged: ill

my six aunts and

my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual

grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.

as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both

there are moments when

there are moments when
i feel sick thinking about
it – what to do, what

to say, where to put my feet,
my hands, opened or closed, my heart

on antibiotics, i

on antibiotics, i
am a mystery lost in
a galaxy of involuntary
orbits, swinging far
and wide for the
purpose of breaking
down and
healing. don’t
come so close, lest
these drugged molecules
take a swing at you