Patient A

Words about A whose breath was killing him

A is

Loved management
Their favourite teacher
The Allotment Champion
Hawking’s governor

And now in here

A is

The first day lab monkey
A propped lung swamping
Labouring at the chart’s top
Throttled for every should-be-auto-breath

A is also

Their flash-bang toddler
Flanking my breaths
Without a neural convention
The probing is ‘How come you can walk?’

Is A

Jealous of my living?
Needing it to rub off on the rest of them?
Desperate his own will get here for visiting time?
Coded to keep in sight as much life as he possibly can?

And now in here

A ‘I’

Want to reach across to you
Rally living to push through to your possibility
Herd forward my consent for you to examine me
Worry you may think that I am just showing off