Break

He had real clothes on for just two hours when

The medics cut him back open to try to

Make him breathe

Then they threw sterile packs

Like medicated snow all over

Pine floors so that when we came home

Without him

We’d have something to do

We could pick up crystals of ice and medicine

Hundreds of syringes

We could start over again, as ghosts.

#poetry

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