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doctors played your dosage like a card trick

scrabbled down the hallways yelling yahtzee

i brought books on hopper, and the artic

something called "the politics of lonely"

a toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus

you tried not to roll your sunken eyes

and said "hey can you help me, i can't reach it"

pointed at the camera in the ceiling

i climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see

turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling

before the nurses came, took you away

i stood there on a chair and watched you pray