Oh darling, we always talk of those far
Away places
(Two years and maybe a
Twist of luck. A plane ride or an application form with the right persuasion
And secrecy.) But we can’t reach those
Places. Not if we don’t have Time. But
(Desperation takes hold.) My tightly cupped hands can only hold so
Little. (If I could stop shaking, perhaps it would not spill over the sides.
It’s wasting away and I am the cause.)
We deserve an oasis
(You deserve forever.) Check in and slow
Down. Fingerprints on my wrist and
(Fingerprints on my hips; permanent from nicotine, wormwood, and metal.)
The touch of alcohol and cotton. They believe so deeply in
Their IV drips and transfusions having the power to save me
(I believe in the power of your Mouth-To-Mouth-Electroshock-Therapy)

You are all I--