i don’t feel so well
she said
her face is grey
her hair so greasy
as her eyes
turn inward
looking at what once was
where’s my husband
he died
she pisses blood
he died?
yes
i try to clean her up
but there’s a lot
and she can’t lay still
or won’t
i haven’t decided yet
you are butchering me
she says
sweat on my brow
trying to keep
her insides inside
i’m sorry
i say
and all she says is
she pisses blood