before the end

walking on sallow legs

nearing death

he weakly picks up the phone

calls the organ transplant unit at the hospital

where he is a patient

 

he reaches the receptionist

and for the very first time in three years

pushes himself

to ask the question:

“any ideas as to when i’ll be receiving my liver?”

“YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WAITING FOR A LIVER,” she snaps

before callously going on

to describe the many ‘deserving’ patients

waiting for liver transplants

those who are parents of young children, for instance…

 

that dirty _____

she broke my man

she broke him and i couldn’t fix it

i couldn’t repair his hope

i will never forgive her for that

he died two weeks later,

april of 2003

one month before

his 52nd birthday

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

I was going to write this for Three Word Wednesday, but for some reason, I couldn’t get past the word, sallow.

 

 

 

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