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Palliative Care


Flooding towards us, unstoppable, inevitable. The time of its final surge remains unknown. The one that will swamp us, drown our home. In the meantime, I prepare meals, do laundry, maintain routines, sustain life. You and I, we rise in the morning, settle down at night, as if all was fine. We await your death, my love, as patience, fear and agitation intertwine. Your time will come soon; but not today, I pray.


[Prose-poem in response to Laurie Anderson with the Kronos Quartet. Album: ‘Landfall'. Track: ‘Our Street is a Black River’]