Say Ahh...

Thin yellow paper crinkles

Just under chin, catching

Blood, sweat, slobber...

Blinding white above

Spotlights swollen-pink gums and

This tube under my nose makes

The glow grow... shrink... if this

Means death, I am ready. Her voice,

Thick and warm, fresh spiced

Pumpkin cake, she feeds me more

Of the gas that tickles my brain

To blabbering mush.

I’ll let her open me up with a latex pointer,

I’ll let her probe and peer inside, and

I’ll let her keep the four wisest bits of me.