The Place.(Poem)
From: The Literary Review
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Date: 3/22/2001
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Author: BROWNING, SARAH
My Nana is dying in pieces.
What was tender or loving goes first.
We try to hold that image over the new one,
the palimpsest her dying is drawing on top
of the Nana we knew.
The new Nana is brittle
in the bed, a skeleton ordering
her daughter away. The doctor,
says the skull-Nana, does not think
I need to be in this awful place.
It is only you.
It is an awful place.
Nana's roommate forgets to call the nurse.
Her colostomy bag explodes ...
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