I was texting
after Coffee Break by Kwame Dawes
by Betsy Mars
After your breakfast and a shave,
bathed and massaged, you relaxed.
The intake person had come –
you hadn’t been in hospice
more than 18 hours.
The dietician stopped by
to find out your favorite foods –
no holds barred now that death was near.
The social worker came to offer whatever
other comforts she could bring.
I muted my phone. After all of these visits
and messages from friends and family,
I focused on you at last.
Your eyes were closed
but you were awake, I could tell.
The thing to do was to read you a story,
just as you had so often done.
I don’t recall the book,
but as I told you the backstory
and resumed on the page where I had left off,
that damned prescription came to mind.
I said I’ll be right back, and picked up my phone.
By the time I finished, you had gone home.
* * * * *
"I Was Texting" was first published in Redshift.
Betsy Mars is a poet, photographer, educator, and
recently founded a press, publishing Unsheathed: 24 Contemporary Poets Take
Up the Knife (Kingly Street Press) in October 2019. Her work has been
published in The California Quarterly, RATTLE (photo), The Ekphrastic
Review, and Verse-Virtual, among others, as well as in a number of
anthologies. Betsy's first chapbook, Alinea (Picture Show
Press), was released in January 2019. She is an enthusiastic traveller as well
as animal lover which creates a lot of ambivalence when she is away from
home.
Affectingly spare, with just enough poignance.
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