Heavy Weather

 

We are some coffee drinking sonsabitches

and the nurses keep it coming. 

                                

We like it better strong and bitter

like hemlock

and life. 

 

We stay long past the allowable hour

while the halls quiet and the coffee comes.

We wait for her to waken. 

 

When she does and I bend close

her fingers reach my face

imprecisely

unfold

against my cheek

and rest.

 

She frowns at the feeling

on the tips of them and says

how it must be raining

and I say

Yeah Mom

it’s coming down in sheets.