merry last drop

22 Apr

the straight jaws of hospital authorities;
their clipboards and high life expectancy,
but it was the kid with terminal cancer,
maybe 7 or 8 and living
like a trucker-out of sight and mind;
from one dash to the next;
turning tiled floors into walks on clouds,
making houses with napkins and straws.
his last request was jello and scooby-doo

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