Water Nursing Poems

First night in his final place
My dad called me weeping
“Please Bobby bring me home.”

His skin like ice cream
Melting on handle bars
Plopped in his wheelchair
Square
In the...

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In the multi-racial nursing home
to bent and broken bodies
in broken bent back wheelchairs
longing to free roam,
said the black lives matter rapper:

When your woman leaves you,
and...

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