The Caregiver

The Caregiver short poem

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I held the little machine as it vomited
a feverish accordion muted

damp of sweat soon joined by tears
we played the tune twice with a coda

I, the unaccomplished explainer
exhorted endurance, prayed for return to bed

couch instead, I assumed my pack animal role
cracker fetcher, ice chipper

abrasive television dreck battered us awake
miracle products, canned laughter

my consciousness congealing into syrup
startled out of a dream of drowning

watching light brown eyes unblinking flick
mirrored balls catching grim windows

dawn spread across an ugly egg veined
by arthritic twigs, swollen capillaries

the machine finally asleep tucked at my side
while I feel rough cloth catch inside my throat

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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