last words




I'd like to imagine
behind the quiverings
and sudden seizing,
a freezing of the mind. the
externalizations of synapses
misfiring or aiming recklessly at a body,
unresponsive.

I'd like to think
-and who says it's
not possible to know for sure
the science
of the magic that allows us
to remember-
that somewhere within immobility
and the perversion of cognizance
the mind struggles to put into motion
the motions we unquestioningly
utter.

I hope the last few years, when
her body, exhausted, grew slack and dependent,
somewhere deep and untouched
(the part, I hope, that held my hand, and loved
forget-me-nots) kept itself company
in the dark.

and I pray that something
was allowed to slip through the vale,
while somewhere in her traitorous mind
found the words
to tell her daughter she loved her.

ash @ 8:52 AM