Deciding to End Your Life, You Thank Me - Molly Peacock

[Lawrence Robinson]

Deciding to End Your Life, You Thank Me
MAID: Medical Assistance in Dying, Toronto
When you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw
your gratitude rise over us like rain.
It seemed external to us both—an awe
of what we were about to do (a sane
alternative to modern agony).
The dryness between us had been like climate,
like desiccation, like chapped lips only
chapped everything. You’d stopped being a mate,
stopped thanking. I’d begun drying up rough
as a towel in wind.
                              So, your thank you was rain.
It swept through like a front—one thanks enough
to drench everything. It was pouring! Plain
moisture plumping cells from without—and within ...
I stood getting soaked to a rapid bloom,
knowing you knew the wasteland we’d been in,
and, from this, we’d make your desert garden. 

	- Molly Peacock
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