2000

A piece about caregiving in the final days of a loved one's life

Dole out bare days

Via syringe;

Push a stone up

The 100 ft bridge.

Kneel to sop up

Each chain of leaks;

Kneel to scrub bile

Out of your sheets.

Palm to your chest

Measure your breath;

2 or 2000

Or too few left.

Every return I

Open the door;

Follow the map

Of blood on the floor.

Thinking of ash,

Boxes, and smoke;

I shove the pill

Down gagging throat.

You are kinder;

When I feign sleep

You lick the salt

Off of my cheek.

Ask my friend’s son

About his dog;

He says she just

Took a rocket to God.

I am not sure
God’s what I believe in

Palm out again

I still feel you�"�"

Author's Note

Interested in constructive feedback. Please don't be a jerk, this is literally about a loved one dying.