April 21, 2013

Alan Harawitz

MOTHER’S DAY

I could almost love her, but not enough
to hold her hand as she lay on the white bed
in the white room expiring in front of me
as I sat beside her in stillness,
and then non-belief for a few seconds.

Ridiculously clutching the only book that made sense
to me at that moment—
Holden Caulfield, you pathetic fool!

White bed sheets, white walls, white nurse’s uniform:
a cacophony of silence.

from Rattle #21, Summer 2004

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