Lito's Eyes
Pale blue eyes like a newborn
I fed him chocolate ice cream
his favorite.
Tubes locked into his nose
a noose of oxygen
forcing lungs to
gasp for air
as his purple skin
soft but wrinkly
crust over
barnacles on a sinking ship.
Linoleum floor, fake wood
cramped little hospital room
TV too loud
whiteboard yelling “DNR”
but
he remembers me.
If you could go anywhere in the world
Where would you go?
Home.
Hospice nurse scrolling on
her phone
while death rattles
tongue twitches
last bit of strength
courses through
his bony fingers
till he lets go.