Not Poetry

Here’s my poem for today:

The neurosurgeon called me two minutes early

for a three minute phone call

to tell me Mark needs a fourth surgery

And now I want a fifth of vodka.

Here’s the thing. I don’t actually want a fifth of vodka. I liked the idea of finding something for a five. I couldn’t think of anything else.

Then I shared my poem with Alma, who told me that this would be Mark’s sixth surgery, in their counting.

Adam, Alma’s boyfriend, suggested the first lines could be, The neurosurgeon called me one day/two minutes early.

That’s a good suggestion, right there.

Perhaps this entire post can be one line at a time.

Like a breath in and out.

Today I had Mark at home.

Soon they will take him away from me again.





Breathe in.

And out.

And in.


4 thoughts on “Not Poetry

  1. You are so amazing, but I wish you didn’t have to be!❤️😢. Melanie

  2. Ah honey. So the next number is 7.
    If we’re going numerological here, that HAS to be a good thing, yes? 7 Wonder of the World? 7 continents? the 7th day of Creation (I mean, come ON, it’s REST). Or, this bit of kookiness:
    See especially please the part about happy numbers.
    I’m just saying…
    REgardless, with you in it heart and mind…. xoxo

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