The Last We Spoke

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a moment with my father

Submitted: October 21, 2018

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Submitted: October 21, 2018

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THE LAST WE SPOKE

You had slid down the bed.

Your head

Too low, neck bent,

And your esophagus would send

The food I poured

Into your tube

Backwards toward

Your speechless throat.

 

Back when you could,

Our attempts at talk

Had been like that,

Back words going up.

 

My arm buttressed

Your back.

My hand fell to your knee

To shift your weight.

Immediately,

Your hand clasped mine,

And in your eyes

You spoke to me.

 

When, previously,

Had we connected

With such ferocious

Intensity?

 

The last we spoke

Your eyes told 

All, and instead 

of shifting your situation,

I answered:

I know, I know, I know

 


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