This Chaos
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1 min readMay 26, 2019
Breakdowns and shake ups. Erosions and subterranean fractures. We didn’t know that we were in the last day of how it used to be.
Yesterday.
The labor is induced. Next door the tumor may be malignant.
God staples an eviction notice to the door of the womb; or the skin that you dress yourself in each day.
The baby born floppy not breathing. placed on ice and fentanyl. Chemo is a lousy first date.
Parents; Overwhelmed.
Husband; wishes he retired sooner.
in this waiting room we make plans for what is unknowable. Scans are pending.
Wait. Work to make the waiting pass. Wait. Relentless sadness punctuated by more waiting
Brief relief as a wheelchair rolls by with flowers and balloons.
What shall we do while we wait;
shall we wait together?
©2019 annie fahy
