Physician-assisted

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death arrives
tomorrow
for you
whose voice still
sounds like
spring

Do you remember

The day you met
at her Sweet Sixteen
The spice rack
she bought for your
first apartment in
Brooklyn
Your three children
just starting to
become 
The coffee you shared
every morning
waiting for the world
to rise
Her voice is the 
only one you can
hear
without an aid
sixty five years 
later

Physician-assisted
death arrives
tomorrow
for you
who decorated my 
childhood
with elephant
figurines 

We are not the only creatures made for love

Lamplight pools
golden
in the hollow
of your missing eye
I am glad to know
your smile
exactly like this
A sunflower
laden with petals and
every one is a
“love-me”
It lists left
with all the glorious
asymmetry
of the human
heart

Physician-assisted
death arrives 
tomorrow
for you
whose best friend 
comes to 
cut your hair

Just a trim, like always

You sit
resolute 
beneath his shaking 
hands
Gnarled 
and hopeful 
as the bristlecone pine
wending its boughs
ever upward
from arid soil
You will depart
believing 
in a world
worth reaching
for

Physician-assisted
death arrives
tomorrow
for you
who will soon
hug the mother
you never knew
in life

Thank you for being with me tonight

Your lilacs are in bloom
The front room
is filled with shoes
belonging to people
who will always belong
to you
The cardinal that will
remind your daughter 
of you 
has not found the 
garden yet
We gather for our
lamplit thanksgiving
in a world already
reborn

EB Messineo is a CDY1 at the Perelman School of Medicine.

Art by Montita Sowapark, an MS1 at the Perelman School of Medicine.

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