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Laure-Anne Bosselaar: On My Walk to the Hospital, Death

There it was,
                   mired in syringes & styrofoam
          left by the homeless under an old,
hunchbacked oak.
Death in the fog, all silver 
                        & grisaille as it wreathes 
& muffles children in the park. 
I saw it 
            in the needle, deep in the back
                        of his hand. My love’s. 
                        Fentanyl dripping 
            in his vein.
Death in the still-life 
            the ward’s window reflected:
                        an old woman bent over
her husband, her hand on his heart. 
It faced us, there —
            at the foot of the bed —
                        patient, nonchalant,
whistling softly through its teeth.

“On my Walk to the Hospital, Death” from These Many Rooms copyright 2019 by Laure-Anne Bosselaar appears here with permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved.

Oak Trees in Fog Study 3 – Joseph D Grant Park (1813): photographed by Steven Castro

One comment on “Laure-Anne Bosselaar: On My Walk to the Hospital, Death

  1. Anne-Marie Oomen
    March 5, 2020

    Such an incredible poem, such an incredible poet.

    Liked by 1 person

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