A POEM IN TWO PARTS: GO FIGURE and GET OVER IT
PART ONE: Get Over It - April First, my heart attack "Trust me, Boy-o, just don't fight it. I'm lookin' at your monitor. Your vital signs, well, don't look great, and oxygen is what y'need. I know it's tough, but just hang on." This as Maeve put back the mask, had given me a sip of water. She... Sign in to see full entry.