ISSUE 4 · SPRING 2010




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Copyright © 2010

Patrick Sugrue





Dialysis

PATRICK SUGRUE



I knew a little bird once.

The little round type

That hops around.


He lay in a hospital bed

For months

Waiting for a healthy kidney.

When he got a new one,

The meds he was taking

Fucked him up so bad


He got an infection

In his brain and

He died.


The next morning,


My father paced

The sidewalk before first light.


I walked by.


He glanced at me,

Stuttered once,


Twice,

Then flew away.