Orange Juice then Frosting

Orange juice then frosting Orange juice then frosting Time is repetition As I watch from the couch “He won’t last the weekend,” Says Hospice “They said he might not last the weekend,” Says Dauson He’s stronger than they know, I say Orange juice then frosting Orange juice then frosting False hope, of course I can see the way The cancer fights Deceiving the guards Hiding and attacking Slowly taking what’s theirs Slowly killing, Spreading down towards the Ground then rocketing up Until his psyche Dissipates into nothing Orange juice then frosting Orange juice then frosting “Go hunting, it’s opening day,” He says They listen But only because He yells at them to She goes out to smoke My grandma with my grandpa’s killer “Can you pick Dauson up?” Says Mom to Tracy Keith’s mother, Mother of my brother’s “brother” Orange juice then frosting Orange juice then Frosting I know it’s coming Yelling it’s arrival Like the steady beat of a beating drum I’m surprised That no one else Can hear it That no one else Can feel it Permeating the air The shadows reaching out With tendrils made of cold Made of smoke Made of death’s sweet kiss Orange juice then frosting Orange juice then frosting Time is fast forwarded Laying him down on the bed “Melissa’s almost here, The boys are almost here” And then time stops for a moment He’s facing me Eyes closed, mouth parted A single tear that is his own Freezes on his cheek Orange juice then frosting Orange juice then frosting You asked what changed Me the most? What made me who I am today? A grave stone A wooden cross Seeing a man die slowly Day after day

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