Broken Record Sickness

Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears

Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.

Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief, consuming time and stealing
the 217 kisses, the 32 chocolate milkshakes shared
in his old Porsche,
the 3 ice creams in December and the 12 shivers that followed, 
the 56 morning coffees, 
the 12 months of moon cycles—
I counted them one by one, refusing to let time
pass
him
by.

I remember with him
the 314 soft embraces, the 17 drops of brandy
that dripped down our chins, the 39 words 
yelled then regretted, the 3 meteor showers
he slept through.

Waiting room. I try to peel the hospital scent from his skin,
but it’s a lonely phantom refusing to depart.
The summer cologne lingers its dollar’s worth on his scalp,
quickly fading, masked by Lysol, white walls, sickness.

Feverish. He closes his eyes, heart monitor beeping to a constant,
the peaks on a swift descent. 

Because as time chews away
the 3 teeth bumps, the 14 letters, 
19 skin tracings, 2 chalk outlines,
the 3-syllable, 8-letter words,
and the 100 times
I confirmed reality
(as he cried, in vain, 
for release),
I’m forgetting already 
the smell of his hair, the precise pores
and number of freckles on his cheeks.

Now. I turn car key, start engine, breathe broken- record breaths.

I’ll pretend it’s all a formula I’m confirming,
because Fate never meant us to be. 
I am discovering truths:
we’re just awkward children in this adult world,
aware of waning time, unprepared, longing for youth.

His Gods have plugged us both in like variables,
and we’re no longer oblivious to the outcome,
because I’ll wrestle with Love, plead with Death,
beg and bargain with Time,

and still,
I’ll drive on.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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January 4, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Congratulations on making it through the 1st round of PoetrySoup International Contest. Wishing you the best in the finals Carly. Love, Carol
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December 1, 2011 at 1:09 PM
Congratulations Carly on your well deserved featured poem this week. Love, Carol
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November 29, 2011 at 2:12 PM
This is absolutely outstanding. It's remarkable, thank you so much for sharing xxx
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