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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
blamelessness.

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
.
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daily, the ratio of our

daily, the ratio of our
defenses to foreign
invasions appears
balanced. without
acknowledging the
expectation, we are
often surprised
when we break down
.
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the doctor prescribes

the doctor prescribes
time as if the copay were
not an issue – we

pretend we can afford it,
fists full of crumbled minutes
.
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i can count on one

i can count on one
hand the times my
vision became
the rim of that
toilet bowl and
nothing more –
a sign of municipal
rejection – my own
body breaking
up with me
.
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illness stages its