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Ron. Lavalette

 

Seeing Margot

 

I see Margot two or three times a month,

tell her about my fear of being hunted,

 

being rounded up for running out of pills

in the middle of the night. Mostly, she

 

waits patiently while I caress my lies or

opt, instead, to spend my time describing

 

the things I find lying on the frozen lawn.

Sometimes when we talk I think about how

 

I left the other doctor high and dry, owing

him thousands of dollars, and I remember

 

saying goodbye to Trudy back on the ward,

watching me go and asking if I'd gotten the cure.

 

Yesterday I let my watch read 11:50 all day long.

Late in the morning, something like snow came

 

spitting down, overwhelming my wipers.

Crossing Main near midnight, I saw Margot

 

through the windshield. I wanted to get out

and tell her that I've lived before, tell her

 

that the exterminators are coming around

to gather us up, that I need to see her now

 

for an hour or so, need to have some coffee,

need to get and take my pills, go home,

 

scrape the baby off the frozen grass.

 

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