“I don’t know what to do.”
“There’s nothing you can do.”
So I’ll cover my eyes with my palms.
Cover my ears with raging loud music.
Cover my body in boiling water so hot I won’t know when it has finally cooled down.
Cover my feelings in molten lava that sinks down into the cracks and hardens into solid rock.
It’s either laugh or cry
But what about when it’s both at the same time?
When you’re crying with mirth so hard because you’re so sad she’s gone now but it’s funny
It’s funny because you barely knew her
And you didn’t really even like her, or at least you didn’t like the kisses your parents made you let her give you, the wet whiskery ones
You liked that she was reckless, absurd, and unembarrassed
Never afraid of a little black humor
But she’s brain dead
One last friendship bracelet on her wrist betraying DNR
And her body won’t let go
(and I won’t either)
-It’s known for so long to hold on-
It’s heartwrenching, her last laugh at all of us
In a state and a time where euthanasia is still murder.
