Thursday, December 28, 2006




Frost Bite


The first night at the hospital
They DNR'd you against my will
at first, then explaining, I agreed

Ended the dialysis
removed monitors
the doctor when pressed
hard against the wall said
10% or 15% and left

Your fever was 103
your arm, next to me on the bed
was blue with cold
the pads on your fingers black
no one, no one but you and me
believed you'd make it through
that night, that morning

At two, I fell asleep (none for two days)
your arm between my two warm ones
one under, one over

And we met, as usual, at the
flaming star nebula

Even now, we often do

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