Room 4033- flash of a parents death on the horizon

same 4th floor  
not the penthouse  
in front of the nurses station  
a Dr's retort  

hanging cloth draped Christ valet  
park my car for three dollars will ya?  
hallway lights were dinner plates
minus the meatloaf  
my mother had grown from an indestructible biker with a 38 special  
kicking in your door for the drug money you owed  
to a weak old frail lady in a constant cough  
spiderweb silver hair  
she reminded me on the way home  
from the hospital how our cousin Pandy 4 years prior  
looked crumpled  
a cicada folded into the bottom of a cardboard box  
I didn't attend the funeral due to work  
a light regret swashes in my mouth sometimes  
but then I spit and it doesn't matter
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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