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Remembering Audrey
Mae
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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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