Thomas J. Erickson
Bio Note I am an attorney in Milwaukee where I'm a member of the Hartford Avenue Poets. My fourth book of poetry, "The Lawyer Chronicles" will be published this summer.
When you take too many pills and you tell me, I wonder if I’m being terribly selfish trying to keep you alive and maybe I shouldn’t drive you to the hospital and I would wake in the morning and you would be next to me but gone. On the way to the emergency room I keep shaking you to try to keep you awake. I’ve thrown the dog into the car foolishly thinking she will help keep you from nodding out. You stop your murmurings and I strain to hear if you are still breathing. It’s late at night and we are moving fast. Most of the city blocks are dark. Here and there a porch light is on and closer to the hospital, some bars are open. I’m surprised how bright everything is. A few days later, I wonder what I would have done with all your stuff. The clothes wouldn’t be so difficult but the stuffed elephants and the fragrances and the little Buddha shrine would be hard to vanquish. The ashes of your offerings still in their heart-shaped box.
©2020 Thomas J. Erickson
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