thirty year old, healthy man
emergency room, now dead
sobbing mom bawls over him.
© 2013 Liza Morales
Prayers go up for his mother and family. 124 more words
Remember the night (rather morning) I sat in front of the fire (newly birthed) reading Kerouac under the broken desk lamp (her scarf around my neck) while transferred from room to room (a blip on the screen) and her heart sounding like sheet metal (flapping in the wind) as the echos came back (echocardiogram) while the afternoon wore on (I waited alone) for my mother at the stone mansion (St. Peters by name)