THREE DEATHS
I Never Thought
I never thought
I’d die
I knew I would
But here I am
Can someone
Please
Turn off that light
Shining in my eyes
Last Will
My brother and I standing at the bed
together, the two of us
who never agreed on anything but this.
The beeping and buzzing stopped.
What was left of our father stopped too.
In the great quiet that followed,
I swear I heard him say,
Thank God.
That Feeling
Watching the spinning
beachball of death,
knowing
it’s too late
to hit save
My work
is done
