doctors played your dosage like a card trick. scrabbled down the hallways yelling yahtzee. i brought books on hopper, and the artic, something called "the politics of lonely," a toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus. you tried not to roll your sunken eyes and said "hey can you help me, i can't reach it." pointed at the camera in the ceiling. i climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see. turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling. before the nurses came, took you away, i stood there on a chair and watched you pray. |