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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