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Fall, I Did

Fall, I did today
saw the Inbox, one message
from a name of a person who’s no longer a person
hasn’t been for years
because he’s gone on, on
Billy
Billy who died of an aneurism or a catastrophic stroke
I can’t remember which
brain stem is a bad place for a bleed

Fell, he did
died instantly there in my grandmother’s living room
died instantly but was still breathing
9 siblings and child-like mother as next-of-kin
and none of them wanted to be the one to authorize the unplugging of the plug
so he didn’t die when it would have been an intimate family affair
when they were ready
he died when it was convenient
for the medical staff

silly him,
he died when it was convenient for them.

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6 responses to “Fall, I Did”

  1. poeticgrin Avatar
    poeticgrin

    You know, I think it survives as a standalone piece. Forget what I said this morning.

  2. medicatedlady Avatar
    medicatedlady

    So I will put the question out there. to readers..does this poem need the note?

  3. jessiecarty Avatar
    jessiecarty

    i didn’t need the note 🙂

  4. medicatedlady Avatar
    medicatedlady

    Yes, I removed the note. I hate notes. Just put it out there, I say.

  5. Uncle Tree Avatar
    Uncle Tree

    This wasn’t the fall
    I was expecting, M’Lady.
    How did Bryan…?

    A curve ball you threw there with the plug thangy.
    Damn, that could be a tough choice.
    And it was a freaky message, I’ll give ya that.

    The art of dying is your specialty,
    and you’re getting better at it, too.
    Is that possible? De’ja vu?

  6. medicatedlady Avatar
    medicatedlady

    Uncle–mmm. Thank you for acknowledging my penchant for death and dying. They call this “preoccupation” a symptom of Major Depression. I have to tell them this is not a new thing that just emerged. So when they ask if I think about death and dying a lot, I tell them, “no more than usual.” they look at me sort of funny. All my life, I have been close friends with death.

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