Doctors played your dosage like a card trick

Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "yahtzee!"

I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic

Something calling "The Politics Of Lonely"

a toothbrush and a quickpick with the plus

You tried not to roll your sunken eyes and said,

"Hey can you help me? I can't reach it"

Pointed at the camara in the ceiling

I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see

Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling

Before the nurses came and took you away,

I stood there on a chair and watched you pray




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