Joanna Gilman Hyde

November 14th, 10:22pm

Lying in a pool of onlookers

My Eyes are closed

then open to see His Face:

“Live, Damn It, Live!”

He holds the back of My Neck

“I’m afraid I can’t —

I’m afraid –”

“Live For The Moment!”

A Siren erupts

spacing The Crowd

I get jostled onto a stretcher

but He stays with Me

I can hear His Lilting Voice

giving directions

among the alarmed barrage of questions:

Is She Alright ?

Did They Get The Shooter?

He stays in attendance

“DVD — Remember Me!”