At the beginning of her last month
At her request, I took her to Tijuana
In a last desperate attempt to kill
The runaway cells that were filling her lungs.
We landed and got in a van with some others
And took a circuitous route finally through a tunnel
Under a rail berm,
Bypassing the border checkpoint into that city.
Paying the $250 fee, she went in for
A coffee enema. I think that was it.
I sat in this office with a smooth guy
Who said he was so sorry he couldn’t do more for her.
I was looking out the window at this fountain
With cracked concrete showing rebar and chicken wire,
And said, “you’re a fucking jackal.”
The trip back was the reverse of the one coming.
We were almost too late for the flight back.
I ran ahead to get them to hold, and got the feeling
They had seen this before.
She came slowly, thin, with a scarf covering her head,
Bald from the chemo. She smiled at us,
Giving a flash of her once great beauty.
This is how I remember her.
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Author:
William Siemering (
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I like the effen jackal line. Guy deserved it and worse. Sad but well written.
Thank you, it was written some time ago, but still fresh in my mind.
Welcome to Mps. Great first poem. So sad. I love the last line, "giving a flash of her once great beauty". Wonderful write. Thanks for sharing.
WELCOME WILLIAM ~ Thanks you for a very challenging first poem. It happens but in life (and love) it's very hard to bear ! I've been to TIJUANA (I even had a meal) so i can visulise it. I rust you found sharing the poem CATHARTIC. Yours BRIAN Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
Welcome to MPS. Great write
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