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Remembering Audrey
Mae
-
78 weeks taken for
granted. -
Trapped
in
the Intensive Care
Unit,
flowing
with
tubes and life supporters,
75
years of her life
wastes
away before flooded
eyes. -
Hot dogs sizzling
on
an open grill, laughter,
her
soft, wrinkled skin
smells
of Vanilla Fields,
a
haze of Benson & Hedges cigarettes
floats
in the air. -
546 days taken for
granted.
-
The monitor
beeps,
jagged
lines of life,
no
more than
ragged
breath,
shut
eyes. -
13,104 hours taken for
granted.
-
Mourners touch
thin
itchy blankets,
small
pillows, blue plaid chairs,
a
phone commanded to stay silent,
sweating
that call. -
The hunting of colorful
eggs:
1...2...3...4...
Yellow
Peeps,
chased
by ice cold Pepsi.
Pale
pink and blue
baskets
filled with new
outifits
and Crayola utensils. -
786,240 minutes taken
for granted.
-
The monitor stops,
the
lines run flat,
no
more than
silence,
shut
eyes. -
47,174,400 seconds taken
for granted.
- One
Way
-
Stepping
into
the white
formica
tub,
clothes
scattered
on
the floor,
thrown
aside
like
discarded mail,
I
slide
into
the clear
luke
warm
water.
My glittering
utensils,
are
arranged neatly on the edge
of
the tub,
clean,
disinfected,
sharp. -
I gently caress
the
thin razor blade,
removed
earlier
from
my disposable
Schick
razor.
I
can see my reflection
in
it as I turn
it
from side to side,
contemplating.
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