Day waiting to feel better, shrinking up. The light from Saturday and unable to seal the cookies.
Why the sponge held so weakly, tray of food. Relief of increasing illness, she won't eat.
Is it for our sake? Too strong the body the wild mind. Healthy rogue, starve it out of pity. For us.
We do not want her to die, we're not allowed. Performance for the nurses. How many years now?
And yet my face pleases her, is not without association. My father frets, his goodness determined
in the death. Which is not up for wishing. Which is not what we want. Hazy day, canned food consumed.
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