It’s funny how the habitual is a harbinger.
We can find shelter from the misery of death in heady banter.
But to really appreciate its full weight
notice it in the everyday things.
Coming home from the appointments,
the urge to piss was overwhelming.
Decorum, be damned, pull over.
Horns beep, to the sound of relief.
the humor and the inevitability.
It was then I knew it wouldn’t be long for you