At the hospital listening
45 minutes non stop
95 year old
unreeling

I watch her eyes
as she talks
Will this guard against
My unraveling

These stories made me
She thinks they'll keep her
Says when I get home
She doesn't know yet

I know and smile
wonder how I'd
drag my unknowing feet
away on instinct

from oblivion
with recitation
of my stories
yeah this is me

I dare you to fade this