this poem was inspired by and derived from a dream that occurred during the morning of March 2, 2023
some of us are there
to say our goodbyes/
and after all these years apart, i’m still jealous,
i always wanted to be your nearest, dearest, to be your favorite,
it’s still true.
you weigh all of 80 pounds — less, maybe/
how much do the bones of an adult human female weigh?
your hair’s gone
your long, beautiful, gleaming fountain of chestnut hair, your crowning glory
all tender scalp with patchy fuzz, now //
all the vanity’s gone from you, honey,
and you have never been more beautiful
what happened?
lungs, lungs, lungs,
you cough and vomit, several times
as if to prove it /// [to me]
i thought the treatment was working, hindsight out of sight, 2021
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 