Blog B'Omer: This is the Thirteenth Post

Submitted by: firstpob_moo

This is a poem. I AM I am dying  And no one cares:               I.  I sit at the lunch table  I cough up red Around me others run  To friends, to class  I find the teacher  Amid the blur  "I am coughing blood."  She glances at the others  At the remains of my lunch  My Apple-and-Eve juice box              Cranberry.  She looks solemn  And faintly aggrieved  She says it is your drink.  Her shift is over  But I know she will feel responsible  When she finds out later  That I died before recess.              II.  I jump onto the counter  For a mug from the cabinet  My mother has company  A Mrs. Hammer from our block I ram my head into the cabinet door  My scalp is bloody  Everybody knows  If you bleed from your head              You die.  My mother gives me a kiss  A pat, to go and play  Mrs Hammer hugs me  And says poor baby And "it must hurt."  She cares  Unlike my mother  Who I know will be sorry  When her company leaves  And I am dead.