Poetry – “Inkling”

 

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Inkling // by Jennifer Patino

 

I caught an inkling
of what’s been going on with you

A blink passed
and soon
blots became blobs
and those became a
drowning downpour
of blackness
and memories,
of thickness,
and fear about your future

I wake up choking
on this, and on dreams
of your brittle little boy body,
cold and lifeless,
and grief’s screams
wreck me,
and I cry,
for the promise of a new morning
is a lie

I will think of you
whenever I have blood drawn,
that it’s your blood too,
your disease too,
vials of bad genes
to be studied

The prick of the pain
of a thousand icy needles
in one stubborn vein,
and I focus
on not passing out
so your face
can’t have an opportunity
to haunt me

I think of you
in the same darkness,
in that different,
distant place,
and I want to shout
the right words to save you,
but you’re too far away,
and you’re too far gone
to listen to me anyway

So I wait,
pinching myself,
for news of your expected fate

I don’t want to,
but I can picture your funeral,
right down to the date

 

 

8 thoughts on “Poetry – “Inkling”

  1. πŸ˜” πŸ’–

    On Wed, 23 May 2018, 10:11 am Pretty Kool Dame Poetry, wrote:

    > PrettyKoolDame posted: ” Inkling // by Jennifer Patino I caught an > inkling of what’s been going on with you A blink passed and soon blots > became blobs and those became a drowning downpour of blackness and > memories, of thickness, and fear about your fut” >

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