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Bonanza
The musty smell in the hallway of bleach and spongebaths and adult diapers was muted by the clang of metal spoons against plastic trays filled with pureed pot pies. I passed the more mobile in the hallway, sitting in their wheelchairs, staring at me as if I were some sort of apparition, mouths agape and eyes wide when I smiled and said "Hello". I peeked through the doors and witnessed the once alive succumbing to the labial caress of immobility and the pelvic thrust of humiliation. Each staring up at the yellow ceiling, arms glued to the bed, unable to stay a thin string of drool or hold steady the memories floating in near sighted eyes. Pneumatic lungs breathed shallow breaths. Dumb mouths sucked every last gasp of life, gaining moments spoon-fed and white-walled, wasted in an adjustable death-bed while Bonanza blared in the lobby. When I finally reached you, you were so small and frail, your legs bent awkwardly on top of a bed pad. There was nothing left to indicate that you had spent your life weathering storms, bones bending in the wind like young oak trees, holding fast again and again. There was nothing on the thin blanket or the cat picture on the wall or the way your thin hair draped on the pillow, nothing that told anyone that your spirit was so magnificent and so bold, that it had the gall to leave your body ahead of you. I kissed your head and said all the things that one wants to say to someone on their death bed. I put my hand on your slowly pulsing heart and asked it to have mercy enough to stop beating. I wondered if I should find some really profound last words to say to you but none came, so I simply said "Goodbye, Gramma" and walked ghostlike back down the hall, overwhelmed by the stench of the soft, slow, and dirty fvck of death. Helen's note: I particularly like the way enjambment reinforces the emotional daze in the last stanza, almost as if you're careening off the walls in the hallway. Is there a way to eliminate the final comma to reinforce that?
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