Fall2

by Christina Foskey

I had a patient
with your last name.
No, it was your birth date.

I had a patient with your birth date
three times last week.

Today my patients Sir name
was Price.

She wore a lavender gown,
handed me a kidney shaped bowl
full of
brown vomit.

She asked me if she was going to die.
I asked her if she would like her curtain drawn.
Blue Novembers began to fall from her eyes,
she told me I had six months to a year

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