songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

non attachment blues

the psychologist  at my local cancer hospital  all giant

black frames  gravitas  +Morticia Addams  talked to me

about  anticipatory grief     it’s a thing

 

the only person for whom it was a foreign concept  was

a geriatric psychiatrist  at a retirement rez i frequented

she was in serious denial

 

many of her patients would be dead  within 8-10 days

give or take   when i told her about my pre-grief  for my

98 yr. old mother  fading  fabulous  +acerbic to the max

 

the doc said: don’t kill her off so fast  i guess she failed

compassion  at shrink school   5 months later  mother

walked through the valley  of the shadow of death

 

perhaps it was the doc’s revenge  for mother telling her

you don’t take a good picture!  to which she replied   i

don’t get paid for my looks

 

clearly

i hear

mother

chide

 

so how are you supposed to  know  what death feels like?

a dying friend asked   well  by every deathbed you’ve ever

sat at   by every witnessing  of medical science in action

 

torturing/healing

torturing/healing

you’re people

 

in the end  so reluctant to let them go   you have to beg

borrow  +steal  the hemlock  but really  it’s pretty simple

befriend  the dualities

 

hold terror in one hand  +hope in the other   and learn

to juggle with aplomb  without shitting oneself   without

scaring the shit out of  the dying one

 

whose red shoes

have recently

been  spotted on

the feet of angels

__

We heal and test our heart’s resilience by lingering within

the unbearable. We find our hearts much stronger than

we presumed, and what we thought unbearable to be

nothing of the sort..  (Nick Cave  The Red Hand File  2024)

 

Winter 2024  ..one day i heard persistent childcries ..croak+nervepierce..

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