Violet Rain

 

two months at best

the doc said,

and we went home…

–in drowning rain

–in pregnant silence

–in circular, useless thought

 

* houseplants *

* houseplants *

* houseplants *

(need watering)

and we’re still out of milk…

‘better remember to–

oh!

a new lymphatic system!

you need

a new lymphatic system, too…

‘missing red lights

that beamed like

land bound sentinels

worn-out

windshield wipers

smearing grey horizon

over everything

. choking view .

obscuring doorways

faceting teardrops

blurring petals

of withered African violet

(the one in the foyer)

(the one that’s been there as long as I’ve known you)

(the one that needed watering sooner)

leaves falling

like fuzzy rain…

like two months left

to live

(at best)

 

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