In a mall
I am with some girl, a friend. I don’t know who she was.
But she was petite and had long, straight, dark hair.
Laughing always, “like OMG”. And all closed-eyes smiles.
Even though we were waltzing through dark times.
a mall of a hospital
window shopping sick people
critical condition people
older, passing people.
and their families
and I think I found my mom among them.
and she was hooked up to a respirator, I think.
She seemed wide awake.
In reality, see, my childhood friend, a best friend all through grade school. Her dad was hooked up much the same way. And although it was his daughter’s decision to elect death
or a rest-of-his-life-long use of a respirator.
He could not have surgery.and would never recover.
She had to choose for him.
in my dream, my mother,
was in same position
to make the same decision.