Dream 7/10/2014

In a mall
again.

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.

So,
in my dream, my mother,
I
was in same position
to make the same decision.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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