After the first hospital three hours and I was on a plane home.
The Depakote lucid blackout and another day clean erased
Second hospital and they let me leavebelieving I’d be
on dialysis like when Dad became a grey brown husk of himself
Alone is another word for the dark cloak castby history’s little presents
Sixteen years after he was called home, and my Mom and I are still at war with
the labcoats and Borderline nurses but we enter fullyloaded and long past exhaustion
Each new day we breathe slits another open and no we don’t take this shit politely or lying
down. I called the head nurse to run my labs and a clean bill came back furiously. And today
not a damn thing left funny or unbroken apart by the festering August sun.