I'll Have Another Cigarette. That Should Help

The jig is up. Shit. I stare at the floor.
My cardiologist called today. That valve
That was leaking is leaking worse. He
Says, "Double your medicine. That may
Help, or say you'll submit to the knife
Today." I'm a coward. I promise to
Double the medicine. He says goodbye.
Both of us know that the knife is my
Future. My heart doesn't work. Now
I understand why I've been tired each
Day. It's not the leukemia, as I'd
Suspected, only my heart. Is that
Something to celebrate? I'm not sure.
I just think, "Shit."



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-22 at 01:33

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