fraught

the doctor had made a wrong incision and she will die in a few minutes. she sits up suddenly, her hospital gown already sodden with blood, hysterical with anger. this must be the last few minutes of sudden clarity they speak of in books, i think. she stands up and starts scaring the living shit out of everyone. i stare at the floor for a few moments, then stand up and go off in search of her.

hallelujah, hallelujah...hallelujah, hallelujah, i sing as i step towards her slowly. she turns towards me and i go forward to embrace her. we walk together towards the viewing mall, now at the airport, and look out towards the vehicles.

i tell her about how amazing it is that within each vehicle whizzing past is a person in love, and how each person asleep in each house is loved, is the source of love, for an other. she is silent - i finish my monologue and start singing another song. halfway through it, she leaves the arm i draped around her skinny shoulders and silently walk away.

i continue looking out out of the glass panel and finish singing the song