Crinoline filaments Rolling over and over Mid-flight the ochre velvet ribbons sailed to the left Instead of to the right Two feet retreating But with one shoe on
Memory returns For a few seconds of the calamity At that private house in Paris She’d tumbled down the central staircase Sailing with legs overhead until she stopped miraculously with her *** at the shining leather toes of the footman. He kept his head up. She wore a beautiful dress. Her hair was quite precise and she hoped that that would be a sufficient enough apology towards an empty silence.
But this isn’t that. I shoved her. And she went willingly. They all do. We’re roughly a group of fifty-three.
Gathering in the last few years Whispering over drinks of tumors And vascular difficulties Of pills and appointments and forgetfulness They never mentioned that In those climate controlled rooms with Blackboards covered in Latin and Trigonometry Of the body’s failure. Now there’s no longer any mention made of the kids or whether or not that husband was worth the bother
Did we notice atop The balance beam not a peep was mentioned About the moment when you can no longer walk or stand? That the brain asks please but the body will not comply? How cool the marbled floor feels against your cheek while you lay for hours in your own feces? One can rest comfortably knowing at long last that that wallpaper was the right choice. Kept one really engaged while waiting and waiting for someone. And that is just the beginning, right?
Perhaps some assumed that the end would come with a daily circle reviewing the contents of their chamber *** Grimacing and worn While they recline in white nightclothes Something akin to what they saw on the BBC
Perhaps a startled disquiet at the rebuke of their intent and gamely stares from a premiere specialist in Switzerland an expert in alternative therapies for what someone dared call terminal Anyway, this is quicker.
So we’ve come together As sisters And when the time is right I get the call We go onto the roof There’s an elevator now because Otherwise that wouldn’t work And one by one In small batches They are dispatched It doesn’t take as long as you would think We are confident and have agency We were taught that we could do anything And they are right.
The ones with a lot of metal can be a bit tricky They have balance issues But are always chic and always polite There was a time when we were forced to be together when we clearly did not want to. We never thought as one. Some families are better than others. But everything is different now
One day it will be my turn and I wonder who will deliver me? And what shall I wear? Will I try to see where I’m going or will I rest comfortably in my finale.
I adore the way the wind catches the cloth. How the crystalline beads are removed around the neck and handed over so as not to add to any distraction Or delay The pinky coral mouthed “Thank you” and And the sweet eyes that once were bright and shining say their Goodbyes Rippling twirling looping interweaving cascading Down.