by Meghan McGill
January 14 , 2007
Dana and Charlie,
I wrote this poem in my last semester of college and Landon's video has inspired me to send it finally. So, I'm sending it to you because ultimately, I probably wrote it for you. I hope you enjoy it.
Love, Meghan
Friday Night ICU - In remembrance of Rett who surrendered to cancer January 14, 2005. Our last conversation on his deathbed was induced by a morphine drip and a dangerous imagination. He was an artist and a poet and now serves as a muse.
It's red, standard Solo cup red
and it came from an old, nimble-fingered lady at the thread store,
who probably never realized I would lock it away behind a deadbolt.If there was more to say, it was said in ketchup hallucinations
when you warned of my hands squeezing a devastatingly full bottle,
aimed at your breathing apparatus and the clumsy witnesses.It's red, standard Solo cup red,
looped, several strands, delicately around my wrist-
this threaded bond threatens to wear away.If there was more to say, it was said in ketchup hallucinations.
Each survivor braided part of yours from ruby ribbon
slipped it on your wrist, and waited for the ashes.It's red, standard Solo cup red and
if there was more to say, it was said in ketchup hallucinations.Copyright © 2010
Charles Nearburg
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