We don’t know.
Motorola flip phone keeps ringing
I am falling falling with my one, yes
Yes. I’m interrupted.
Buckling and oh and No on the threshold when I hear his voice, and his firm instructions. Knowing before I could know. What happened?
Should Brian drive me?
Yes.
There is vomit on my father’s windshield.
Hospital concrete
Canvas split-sole ballet slippers
Split soul
The news What
Toenails feet knees
Snap
Bleeding
Nothing someone
Fluorescent hallway to a quick dark room.
My mother is in some position in some type of chair and I can’t see
I begin to scream.
Or I was already screaming I maybe am screaming this whole time I cannot tell you about time
Across the hall, the people who smell sterile and vile under the putrid green cast of clinical shit-for-lights
Tell me that my brother is
Perhaps on a table.
That he has needles in him
And that he is dead.
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