To All Appearances A Lady - University of British Columbia

Poem
don't, like me. Thinking
there's time, there's still time enough, or rather
not thinking enough. Now look, I'm not sure whether
the executors will be disconnecting
you—your line—tomorrow (nurses, almost, pulling closed
the green curtain & tearing
out of your torso the drips & plugs & electrodes
to leave you drifting
with that astronaut in the film
who squirms awhile, signals some last, frantic word
then spins away into the void)—
that's why I'm here. Sky's clear tonight, by the way, calm
the wind, the water. Not sure really
why I called—
gesture of a drunk old
friend and ally.
Anyway it was pretty good
for a second or two, to
get through,
Tom. Goodbye.
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