Elegy VIII (Last Moment)
In her last waking moments she was crying, humiliated. The nurses had fucked up the “cleansing” drink, and she had to drink it twice, the part she hated most from the previous procedures. We joked on the phone about the name of the drink: “Go lightly” – the unintended Breakfast at Tiffany’s reference, poor pretty Audrey revived as a gritty killer laxative. After the second dosing, the smell in the ward was so bad they put her in a quarantine bathroom, the kind with a reverse airflow. When someone dies, I think it’s normal to be angry, to find something to be angry about. Well this is it. Where I put my anger. What I wish I could change.