The driver of the ambulette brings in a wheelchair.
Mother lets herself be placed without a murmur,
as though this happened every day.
Amazed, we suddenly remember how to breathe.
I fetch her doctor’s order:
“DNR — Do Not Resuscitate”
off the kitchen wall.
My hand bursts into flame.
Source: Watching Mother Disappear & Other Poems by Toni Mergentime Levi »
Tagged in: anxiety,death,relationships
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