Vasishta

Pale blue eyes like a newborn I fed him chocolate ice cream his favorite. It’s not everyday you feed a dying man Its not everyday you watch your grandpa your abuelo twitch and 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 roommates TV too loud whiteboard yelling “DNR” but he remembers me. I catch him one last time before he slips into his dream world "If you could go anywhere in the world Where would you go?" Home.