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Don't, Mom
"Don't listen
to weird podcasts
outside on full volume."
Glance around,
embarrassed,
face burning,
ears pink.
Snatch Mom's phone
and hasten to pause
the loud chatter.
"Don't try
so many samples
at Costco."
Glance around
at the crowd of people,
uncomfortable,
ashamed.
Push Mom away
and pretend to be
a stranger nearby.
"Don't point
at the houses
that aren't yours."
Glance around,
hoping the owners
won't see her,
mortified.
Grab her arm
and force it down
with a tired sigh.
"Don't stay
on your phone
day and night."
Glance at her
sitting on the couch,
irritated,
upset.
Take the pickleball set
we once actually used
and give it away.
"Don't smoke
in the neighborhood
after dinner."
Glance around,
humiliated,
praying our neighbors
won't ever notice.
Slap the e-cig
out of her hand
in desperation.
"Don't drink
so much beer
whenever you want."
Glance at the empty can
held with her bony fingers,
miserable,
angry.
Toss the box of beer
into the garbage
but Mom just buys more.
"Don't go out
at night
every time."
Glance at the door,
wonder when she'll come back,
fed-up,
frustrated.
Doubt that she's
going to come back
at all tonight.
"Don't ask
for money
to pay hospital bills."
Glance at the scan
then at her pallid complexion,
feel resignation,
exhaustion.
Decide to give Mom
some money
after all.
"Don't make me
visit you
every week."
Glance at the small room,
all dull and bleached,
the bed in a corner
where she lies.
Slam the door
and walk out
that miserable hospital room.
"Don't leave me
all alone,
Mom."
Stare at her frail body
lying in that white deathbed,
feel shame,
regret.
Sit right next to her
as she breathes
her last breath.
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