Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis
the parking lot of a CVS
two minutes from your house
the backseat of a four door sedan
your sister starts to shake against the door
heaving, sniffling sobs
her breath fogs against the glass
exhale exhale exhale
we should go home he says eventually
the girls are upset
you have never seen him cry before
in bed you pull the sheet over your head
and smear tears across the backs of your hands
the phone screen is too bright
2-5 years the internet says
there is no cure
Copyright © Allison Grey | Year Posted 2015
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