my grandad was dying in the hospital
he
had
a
pad
to
write things on
to remember them
but
it was just a few scribbles
he couldnt read back at all
so
he
hid
his
medication from the drs
cos he thought this would help
he
had
me throw it out
and
promised me a new shirt
and
made
a
gun
with
one hand
and finger-shot his temple
with
a
sad
and
desperate pleading smile
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