her vital signs were at 50%
which is 100% not compatible with life
her oxygen level was at 84% and falling
16% less air to breathe than us
Since there were 10 siblings, each is worth .10
she was proceeded in death by 40% of her children
6 more .10’s left to die and I’m 100% glad she won’t be here to see them
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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February 24, 2011 at 11:07 am
slpmartin
Why is it that folks in the hospital feel compelled to give you the stats…as if they makes being ill or dying that much more enjyoyable…really liked the way you developed the poem.
March 5, 2011 at 12:56 pm
gonecycling
Tight, angry and clever. Beautifully done.
March 14, 2011 at 7:04 am
Leigh Binder
No one is writing, no one is writing, no one is…..
Waiting, waiting, waiting…
Say something just because, or not and in the end, we will have our gloom and everyone else can lick our dead toes
March 14, 2011 at 7:41 am
medicatedlady
Leigh….a response posted today.