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back to the resort where turtles are massaged
by samoans +young women vie for position on
cabana-boys tan laps a decadent petit bourgeois
enclave off a coastal hi-way
In a hospital close by there is a hospice where
visitors say things like: what no IV? no feeding tube?
as if these are choices in the Eaton’s catalogue then
they eat the patient’s lunch +talk loudly mostly to avoid
the green pallor fevered brow and death rattle of the man
in the bed
He will not get out of here alive they will return to pink
stucco +heated front walks but I adore the man in the bed
+ just wish the prattle would end how about some morphine
people? can a dying man not get a little high? They look me
in the eye they say: let us worry about the important stuff
old bitch
so I get into my cab +head back to the airport on the way the
sweet haitian driver whose wife has cancer talks nonstop about
jesus and faith and the lack thereof and a vengeful God who has
placed us on a collision course with apocalypse simply because
he can
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FALL 2018
songanddancegirl 