The doctors and I have an understanding. We say things like, well, your treatment options are narrowing or to mix things up, we tell her, we’ll have to wait and see what the test results say. We do not say, your life options are limited.
We do not tell her she’s more likely to die than live.
Which technically is everyone’s fate, but you know what I mean.
In the hospital,
waiting.
I realize
not wanting to live
is not the same thing
as wanting to die.
I realize
it’s not accurate to say
I’ve wanted to be dead.
I have wanted to be the living dead.
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February 3, 2009 at 2:05 pm
utopianfragments
this is great realization there in the first stanza.
February 3, 2009 at 5:16 pm
Bindo
Yes indeed….The living dead…
Understood……Completely
February 4, 2009 at 2:40 pm
Paul
That’s a very wellmade but depressing poem.