looking at my mom
and wondering who carved out
her immortality
and made her just another person
in the struggle
I see the medical staff
some whom I have worked with
and I am familiar with their lies
and up until two weeks ago
so was she
the 21st century
has done away with the white labcoat
and given way to off-the-rack suits
stylish yet affordable
in the era of HMOs
dramatically, she asks me to have her cremated
so I pretend to arrange it immediately
from her bedside phone
and she slaps the bed with her hand and says
"hang up that goddamn phone"
What I would give for some "anytime minutes" about now.
That's heavy. It's very sad but it makes a great poem.
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