30/11/2015
I see a vision of my late grandmother in her movement
The same loss of balance
Tipping backward, then leaning forward to steady herself as she takes a step,
Leaning on the wall for support
She's grown so thin.
When did she grow so thin
The pleading
Him pleading for her to eat, her pleading for him to stop, begging him to stop and just let her be
The frustration.
Her fist in the air pounding on an imaginary table
I can't. I can't. I can't.
Please. Just a little bit more
Please. Please
Glory be to the father
Snatch the white plastic bag from the ground
Retch, tears, her whole body quaking, coughing, retching
To the son and to the
Most people feel better after purging their stomachs
There's an end to the sickness
It'll get better
Soon
Later
Not for her
For her the spinning won't stop in a few days, won't stop in a few weeks
There is no after this
Retch, gulp the air, sip some water, retch, repeat, can't breathe
And it hits then
She's dying.
Right before our eyes
Streaks of saliva on the pillow she's been hugging to fight the pain
Where were we?
O my Jesus, forgive us our sins