Continuity by Cynthia Arrieu-King

Deathless

. . .

Mennonites drape dresses over a clothesline, what they wore on the beach.
It takes me a second to recall why my brother wanted to canoe

around a man-made lake. To feel the water push back.
Fish introduced, deer listening. A soil hurled at my feet

in excruciating slowness, the end. We rowed
into sunburn, knew to jab deep and try to pull through.

No one, when I asked them in their hospital sick beds, ever
wanted me to leave the TV on, no one wanted an artificial heart.

Day 6: #TheSealeyChallenge